Primal Instincts

by VeelasCharm

Summary:

Alastor is going through his yearly rut and is dismayed to find he can't ignore it this year due to his responsibilities at the hotel. He decides to become a recluse for the week but .....what is that heavenly smell emanating from their star patron and why can't he get it out of his head?

Notes:

I've had this in the works for quite a while. This was written at the encouragement of CerezaLane, I also used her prompt of 'Angel going for a jog triggers Alastor's predator instinct during his yearly rut' So thank you Cereza! <3

As always you can find me at VeelasCharm Twitter if you'd like to see what else I come up with.

~Enjoy~

Chapter 1: Jogging can be dangerous too

“The animal kingdom is separated into two categories, predator and prey. Those that are strong and fast are predators and those that are weak and defenseless are prey. Today, we go over the mating cycles of the-”

 

The snap of fingers was heard from afar as yet another TV blew up in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel née Happy Hotel. A low growl echoed through the sudden silence of the lobby as a short moth demon with an angelic spear in hand strode forward towards the bar, fuming. 

 

“GODDAMMIT ALASTOR! That’s the third one this week?!? Just because you don’t like what we watch doesn’t mean you have to blow up the fucking tv!”

 

A dapper gentleman with cervine features sat at the bar, nursing a drink with a slick grin upon his always smiling face. His fluffy ears twitched as he turned to eye the diminutive woman with an apparent bit of humor.

 

“Oops, terribly sorry about that, I heard something foul so I stopped it. I must have been a little overzealous, I’ll endeavor not to repeat that,” the man, Alastor, said with a goading smile.

 

The moth demon, Vaggie, stomped back to the lobby to talk to her girlfriend Charlie about their crazy ass sponsor’s ridiculous vendetta against electronics.

 

Meanwhile, Alastor got up from the bar after finishing his drink and started off back towards his room. 

 

As if I needed reminding of this blasted curse, foolish picture show mocking me…

 

He sighed in resignation, one week to go…

 

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Alastor was feeling under the weather. It was getting closer to their version of fall and he could already feel his body starting to change.

 

He hated fall. 

 

This accursed animal sinner body had phases and urges he had no control over and all he could do was go on a killing spree to abate some of the more…distasteful ones. However, seeing as how he was under the watchful eyes of the darling princess Charlie, unfortunately he could not partake in mindless slaughter to lessen his affliction this year. He would have to just wait it out in his room for a couple of weeks and hope it wouldn’t muddle his mind too much.

 

He was not looking forward to the fever-like symptoms that would make his body hot all over and the added sensitivity to ALL areas of his flesh. Not to mention the constant reminder of his ability to procreate that would stand at attention for the duration of his stay. Hopefully, things wouldn’t get bad enough that he would have to touch it.

 

He absolutely refused to give in to the sins of the flesh, he was better than that.

 

He had class.

 

Lustful thoughts and actions were beneath him.

 

He was the Radio Demon. 

 

He had no weaknesses.

 

He strolled through the corridors of the hotel studiously making a list of things he might need during his “vacation” in his room. 

 

He must talk to Husker to arrange things to be periodically left outside his room during the next two weeks. The contracted bar cat would not ask questions, he didn’t need to, he could smell it on him and it made him antsy. A buck in rut was dangerous, no need to piss him off now and suffer later. 

 

Alastor made it to the main lobby of the hotel, heading to the bar to find Husker. As he was passing through he happened to notice their star hotel patron, Angel Dust. 

He wasn’t surprised to see the sultry spider downstairs, seemingly luxuriating in his time spent away from his place of work. But his feet paused when looking at him, their cause unknown.

 

Alastor had been feeling fine, if not a little warm, but now he could feel a surge of heat travel throughout his body. Angel Dust was sitting on the couch rolling his stockings more up his long legs making sure they were secure. 

 

Alastor swallowed hard. 

 

Normally the sight of other demons did nothing to him, mentally or physically, he couldn’t care less. However, seeing that long white leg, lovely soft looking fur, and skirt hitched up enough that he could see a splash of red underneath, ruffled him quite a bit. 

 

Alastor needed to talk to Husker. 

 

He started walking again towards the bar but slowed to a stop as he caught a whiff of something in the air. 

 

Something smelled heavenly. 

 

Almost like the scent of freshly made beignets and his mother’s special jambalaya. He figured it might be coming from the kitchen but as he moved toward it the scent lessened.

 

He sniffed the air again trying to recapture it. He started moving toward the center of the room, chasing the scent until he stood in front of the couch the effeminate spider was sitting on. 

 

Angel Dust looked up at him in confusion, “Uhhh… you ok there Smiles?”

 

Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

 

He would not outright say that Angel smelled delicious, he might get the wrong impression. 

 

He went for a different approach, “Ah Angel Dust, my effeminate fellow! Are you wearing a new cologne or perfume perhaps? I smell something quite interesting and it seems to be coming from your person.”

 

Angel tilted his head at him. “Uh, no? Not lately. I don’t usually wear perfume if I’m just hangin out in da hotel.”

 

Alastor hummed in thought. He would have to figure out this conundrum. As it was right now, his mind was thinking of doing unspeakable things to the lovely creature in front of him, all prompted by a scent and a sight, how ridiculous this time of the year was.

 

Thankfully, any decisions his body wanted to make for him were taken away when Angel stood up from the couch. “Take it easy Smiles. Hope you figure out what’s happinin’ with ya sniffer soon. I don’t got problems like that since I ain’t got a nose.” He gave a short laugh and carried on up the stairs to his room. 

 

Alastor was perplexed as the scent once again left him. Maybe researching his affliction would give him insight as to what was happening. 

 

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Over the next couple of days he researched more into his usual “rut” stage and what it was supposed to entail. He hadn’t needed to know before now because he would usually control it with mindless killing but he figured knowing more couldn’t hurt for this year. 

 

The books he came across were somewhat helpful but still there was no sign of the “smell” phenomenon. 

 

Maybe he had been imagining things. 

 

Maybe he just felt a sudden surge of nostalgia and…for some reason it was tied to Angel.

 

As he perused the library he noticed a book on a high shelf called “Mating Habits and symptoms”. 

 

He hadn’t seen that book previously, he thought as he summoned a tentacle to get it down. It looked like it hadn’t been opened in ages, a thick layer of dust covering it from top to bottom. 

 

He blew on the cover to clear away most of the dust and opened the book. He looked in the glossary for anything scent related and saw a section called “Mating Pheromones”. 

 

As he read he paused on a section that caught his attention tenfold, “When in rut most animal sinners will choose a mate by scent. The scent will represent something precious to the sinner so as to entice it to mate with that individual who is completely compatible with them. The stronger the scent at the peak of rut the more compatible the mate. Most compatible mates will also be able to smell the pheromones from their compatible mate. This ensures successful mating between the two.”

 

Alastor’s eyes widened. No one knew of his childhood in Louisiana or how his beloved mother would always cook him his very favorite meal of her special jambalaya when he was feeling down. Nor his most cherished memories of sharing freshly made beignets with his mother in front of the swamp near their house, watching the various wildlife go about their lives. Quiet moments that he held dear, those memories meant home to him. 

 

Why was his body telling him that Angel was his home?!?

 

Is that what was happening? 

 

Was it pure coincidence?

 

He hadn’t been venturing close to Angel in the past two days that he’d been researching his little problem but he noticed even now the faint whiff of the lovely scent. 

 

Even this far away from the arachnid he could still smell him. Did that mean he was exceptionally compatible? Why hadn’t Angel reacted the same when he’d been close to him? Wouldn’t he have been able to smell his pheromones as well?

 

Alastor was getting extremely close to his rut and needed to control his impulses to seek out his mate otherwise he would be made a laughingstock, not to mention he’d be forced to copulate with that silly spider. 

 

It’s fine, no need to panic, just a couple more days and I’ll be ready to stay in my room for a couple of weeks. I’ll have everything ready so no one need disturb me, least of all Angel…

 

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The two days had come and gone and Alastor was at his wits end trying to ignore the pervading scent of Angel wafting all throughout the hotel. It was practically torture smelling something so lovely within reach but holding himself back out of pure spite at this point. 

 

He would NOT give in, he would take care of himself like a gentleman and not give in to these ridiculous urges from his anatomy. 

 

He was holed up in his room now, his antlers had already branched out and new velvet had been growing atop it for the last couple of days. It was very itchy but he was perfectly capable of fixing that problem. Vagatha and dear Charlie might be a tad annoyed at the torn wallpaper in the hallway outside his room but they would forgive him.

 

He had much bigger things to worry about, like the fact that he had forgotten to tell Husker to make sure that Angel would not come down his hallway whatsoever during his “vacation”. He could probably skip telling him but if he didn’t and Angel came to his room of his own volition during his actual rut, there’s no telling what he would do to the spider. It would be far too tempting an opportunity for his instincts to pass up.

 

He considered having one of his shadows tell him but it was so exhausting having the shadows play charades with Husker to tell him something important. Last time it had taken a full 2 hours before Husk had finally figured out what the shadow was trying to convey. Well, as the saying goes, if you want something done right, do it yourself . 

 

Surely, with it being the last day before his rut, luck would be on his side and the arachnid would be in his room and nowhere near the front lobby. 

 

With the scent wafting everywhere now it was impossible to tell exactly where it was coming from so he carefully eased his way down the stairs and headed through the lobby to the bar area. 

 

Luck is a fickle thing. 

 

Of course he hadn’t known it was Angel's day off.

 

He also hadn’t known that on his days off sometimes Angel liked to go jogging. 

 

He was in a very fitting pink tank top and matching pink booty shorts….and bending over as well, his back to Alastor, rolling up some carnation pink kneesocks. Those shorts clung to him like a second skin, it was obscene, uncouth, and yet he couldn’t look away.

 

Alastor heard dripping. 

 

He looked around confusedly until he realized the dripping was coming from his slightly agape maw.

He was drooling.

 

Drooling!

 

Over the sight of the absolutely stunning figure in front of him. He flushed a bright red and tried to control his treacherous body. 

 

He noticed Angel hadn’t caught sight of him yet and decided he wanted to keep it that way. He hid himself around the corner to view the distracting deviant from afar.

 

As he finished pulling up his socks he turned to the side to pick up his water bottle. Alastor noticed he had earbuds in so he couldn’t hear him, thank goodness.

 

Angel strode towards the door intent on getting his jog in but didn’t notice the creepy predatory deer standing around the corner staring at him as though his life depended on it. 

 

When he got to the doors he did a few stretches and jogged in place for a second, limbering himself up for his exercise while Alastor stared hungrily at his form.

 

Coming downstairs was a mistake.

 

He should not have risked it.

 

His claws were making tears in the fabric of the wallpaper, trying to hold himself back from pouncing the incandescent arachnid. He wished Angel would get on with it and walk outside so he might calm down a bit. Maybe Angel being away would allow him to gather himself enough so he might be able to do what needed to be done before he came back.

 

As Angel finished limbering himself up, he let out a cry of mirth and full on ran out the front doors of the hotel. 

 

He ran out the doors.

 

He ran.

 

Alastor had a very keen predator instinct that was usually reserved for prey that he could eat but…something new kicked in when he saw Angel run out those doors.

 

Alastor’s eyes glowed red, his neck snapping at an alarming angle as his predator instinct told him to run after his prey and …mate. The need to mate was very strong and Alastor could no longer hold himself back.

 

He rushed forward practically flying through the doors. His head spun around wildly trying to figure out which way Angel had gone. He caught the intoxicating scent of his home and zeroed in on the direction it came from. He rampaged through the streets like a psychotic beast, sinners jumping out of his path lest they be lunch, looking for his chosen mate. 

 

The scent was getting stronger now and he could see a figure running ahead in the distance. 

 

His mate.

 

His Angel.

 

He roared in warning to those all around that might challenge him and raced forward, his wendigo form partially coming out. His antlers were much more pronounced now and his hands grew bigger and stronger as well as his body. He refrained from changing into his complete wendigo form as that might scare his mate away, and he couldn’t have that.

 

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Unfortunately for him, Alastor’s roar was so loud it tore through the exercise mix Angel had made on his phone. It caused Angel to slow down a bit and look around at what had made such a noise. 

 

He came to a full stop and turned to look down the street behind him. 

 

He saw a small red blur coming towards him at a very high speed down the sidewalk he was on.

 

Someone sure looked like they were in a hurry. 

 

He decided to move to the other side of the street so he wouldn’t be in their way. As he jogged across the street the red blur followed. Angel figured ‘ok…. It’s a coincidence, I’ll just go back where I was, no biggie’ So he crossed back and again the red blur followed. 

 

A tremor ran through his form.

 

That thing was following him.

 

And it wasn’t so little anymore….

 

He started walking ahead, then jogging, then full on running. He could hear the footfalls of something big coming from behind him in the distance. He didn’t want to look, he really didn’t, but his curiosity got the better of him.

 

There in the now much smaller distance was the form of a monster….deer? It had antlers and was dressed in red, although their clothes seemed to be bursting at the seams trying to hold in their larger form. It almost looked like….”Smiles?” He called out.

 

Alastor continued on, hearing his beloved call out his name. Oh the sheer poetry that fell from his exquisite lips! He couldn’t wait to consume the cries of passion that would fall from them soon.

 

As soon as he could get his hands on him.

 

Seeing that Alastor wasn’t responding and was quite frankly…. fucking scary, Angel started to panic.

 

“FUCK! C‘mon Smiles! I ain’t do nothin to ya! I haven’t even seen you in a couple a days, whatever it was I didn’t do it!!!” He frantically tried to reason with the wendigo as he ran for his life from the rapid steps that were closing in on him. He could practically feel Alastor’s breath on his neck; he was so close.

 

Just as Alastor readied himself to jump forward and grab Angel, the daring spider demon used his long jumping legs to propel himself to the top of the nearest rooftop. 

 

“HA! Beat that Smiles!” He laughed in triumph. He’d managed to outsmart him! 

 

Angel - one.

 

Alastor - zip, nada, nothin.

 

Preoccupied as he was gloating to himself about his win, he almost missed the frustrated growl Alastor let out and the sound of bricks crumbling and windows breaking as the beast scaled the side of the building to get to him. 

 

The noises broke Angel out of his short-lived victory. “SHIT!!” He cried out as he looked down into the furiously determined face of the wendigo radio demon. 

 

He flailed about in a rapid 180 and decided if anyone could help him with the radio demon it would be Charlie. He leaped across the rooftops trying to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible while the agile creature chased after him, gaining ground every second.

 

“SHIT! FUCK! HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!!!!”

 

He saw shadows following closely on his heels, his feet stumbling here and there from their grabby claws that attempted to slow him down for their master. Angel had never run so fast in his life, having to make up for their spindly forms clinging to his boots and trying to hold him back.

 

Angel was panting hard. His lungs burned but he had to keep going, he knew the beast was behind him, just waiting for him to slip up.

 

This was either the best, or worst, workout he’d ever had in his entire afterlife, and that counted the time Valentino made him spend a week at the on-site gym cause he’d been seen eating a donut from craft services. If he hadn’t wanted him to eat it, why the fuck did he have it out??!?

 

Finally as he felt his strength waning, he saw it. His salvation on the horizon. The giant looming silhouette of the Hazbin Hotel.

 

It was right there.

 

He felt a second wind coming and dashed forward, putting everything he had into keeping just ahead of the monster that followed. He jumped off the building he was on and smiled, only a few yards from the doorway. 

 

He made to step forward, hand outstretched towards the door.

 

But today just wasn’t his day.

 

As he called out, “CHAR-“ Alastor finally caught his squirming mate around the middle, holding his arms back with one hand while the other wrapped around his lovely mouth.

 

My, the arachnid was putting up a fight. The spider was flailing around in outrage, his phone falling to the ground in his struggle. 

 

Muffled screams sounded beneath the palm of his hand and oh how he wanted to drink them in. However, he didn’t want anyone else to behold the sight of their union, so with a flourish of his hand he teleported the both of them to his room.

Chapter 2: Trapped in more ways than one

Notes:

Shoutout to LexySama, for being so goddamn encouraging in the comments all the time. <3 youuuu :D

As they appeared back in his bedroom some of his more animalistic urges dissipated, for he knew no one would come near his rooms. The rooms had been sound proofed in anticipation of his rut and there was also no way to leave. He had placed an enchantment on the door so his urges would not allow him or anyone else inside to leave. The only thing occupants were able to do was open the door to receive supplies Husker would periodically bring during his time there…. or rather their time now. 

 

Alastor was still holding Angel but slowly let go as he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape and one catches flies more easily with honey than vinegar. He must coax his mate into becoming his. Anything more than that would severely cross his moral standards. 

 

He wasn’t a beast. 

 

Usually. 

 

Angel was adjusting to the darkness of Alastor’s room as he looked around. There were two armchairs sitting in front of a roaring fire to the side of the living room they stood in, the color scheme in the room a mixture of reds and blacks. He still breathed heavily as his adrenaline came down. His eyes were looking around frantically for an exit. He saw a door towards the front and with the last of his adrenaline sped towards it to yank it open. 

 

Only it wouldn’t budge. 

 

He propped both of his feet on the wall trying to pull the door open to no avail. When that failed he started banging on the door and shouting out, “CHARLIE! VAGGIE! HUSKY!! SOMEONE STOP HIM, HE’S CRAZY! HELLO?!? PLEASE GUYS HELP!! LEMME THA FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!”

 

“Shouting will do you no good,” Alastor said as his wendigo form finally faded away. “This room has been spelled to be locked down for 2 weeks and it’s also been soundproofed so no one will be coming to help you.”  

 

Angel looked back at him horrified. 

 

“So whatcha sayin is, I’m stuck in here fa two weeks? With you?” 

 

Alastor calmly sat himself in one of the armchairs by the fire and looked back at him with a calm smile, “Yes, my dear fellow, now if you’d like we can get to know each other a bit to… pass the time before dinner arrives.”

 

Alastor still felt hot but it would be manageable if he could at least get to know his mate a little more first. 

 

Angel looked at him like he’d grown a second head. 

 

“Smiles, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you but did you really think I was just gonna forget about you chasing after me like I stole ya girl or somethin???” 

 

Alastor’s smile strained a little. This would be harder than he thought. He didn’t want to outright tell Angel he was his mate for fear of rejection but he also would never force him. He supposed if his affliction affected him too strongly before they got to know one another, he might arrange a monetary deal with him, as distasteful as that option was to him.

 

A lie might do for now, perhaps?

 

“Ah, well, you see we were thinking about doing little one on one sessions. And seeing as how you’re our star patron we’re using you as the Guinea pig. We merely locked down the room so you would ‘give it a chance’ so to speak...” 

 

Angel gave him a raised eyebrow, not believing that dumbass excuse for a second, but figured what’s done is done and they couldn’t change the fact that they were both now trapped in here for two whole weeks.

 

There was a brief moment of pouting from the arachnid before he grudgingly made his way over to the other armchair in front of the fire. As he sat down he crossed his arms over his chest and gave an expectant look to Alastor. 

 

“So what’d ya wanna know?”

 

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It had been a couple of pleasant hours and Angel and him had gotten to know each other a bit more.

He now knew Angel‘s favorite color was pink. He had 2 siblings, an older brother and twin sister, who both lived in hell as well. And that he loved to go to the aquarium. 

 

Alastor had shared a fair deal about himself as well, such as that his favorite color, contrary to popular opinion, was not in fact red but a dark maroon, even though Angel had muffled a laugh at this and said, “That’s still red…” 

 

Alastor had rolled his eyes playfully and said, “Oh no, my dear, dark maroon is the real color of blood not like that silly bright red they show in the picture shows.”

 

Angel laughed a little at the thought of Alastor having seen any movies. 

 

He’d also told him of his childhood in Louisiana being brought up by his single mother in a shack near the bayou. And finally of his life as a serial killer disguised as a Radioshow host. Oh how he had loved to report on the still at large “Bayou Butcher” as they’d dubbed him in the press. It was almost whimsical how easy it was to throw people off your scent when you could control the narration of the story. If only he had paid attention…

 

It had been the anniversary of his mother’s death and he had been…..distressed, distraught, and…distracted. One thing led to another and mistakes were made, he had been….sloppy. A mistake that had led to his early demise. 

 

The irony…

 

The worst part hadn’t been the bullet being lodged between his eyes, no…it had been being made to feel as if he himself were prey. 

 

That chase through the woods with those hounds ferociously biting at his ankles had made a once great hunter feel like a deer in the line of fire. 

 

He would never forget that feeling.

 

Alastor was startled when Angel leaned forward and put his hand on Alastor’s shoulder. “I’m sorry Smiles,” Angel said with a sad smile, “I guess we all got the shitty end of the stick to end up down here.”

 

That smell again.

 

Alastor had figured he might have at least 2 days before he might have to give in to at least some of his urges. 

 

‘Hopefully touching myself will do…’ He thought with an internal shudder.

 

In the past, he’d curbed his more lustful sins with bloodlust instead but he couldn’t anymore as he was seen as an example of leadership at the hotel. But, even more so now that he was trapped in this small room for 2 weeks with the most compatible potential mate he’d ever had.

 

Alastor so very dearly wanted to lean forward and chase that intoxicating aroma but also didn’t want to scare Angel off. So he restrained himself for the moment, sitting stiffly in his chair so the urge could subside. 

 

Angel felt Alastor stiffen up and thought maybe he didn’t want him to touch him, so he once more settled back into his seat with a nervous pout. 

 

Alastor settled down again and looked back at the arachnid chewing his lip worriedly.

 

Had he worried Angel? Or made him uncomfortable? Maybe now was the time to reveal some small truths.

 

“My apologies, Angel,” he said with a nervous smile, “I meant no offense, I am just generally unused to touch.”

 

Alastor took a breath, bracing himself for his next sentence. “It seems to be affecting me even more that I’m starting my yearly rut.”

 

Alastor waited for the laughter that would surely come. Surely the idea of the Radio Demon succumbing to something as trivial as base instinctual urges would be horrifically funny. 

 

But only silence met his ears.

 

When he heard no laughter he looked up at Angel's form. Angel's eyes were wide and mouth slightly parted in surprise. After a moment he snapped out of his stupor and looked back at Alastor with amazed eyes.

 

“You’re in Rut? Seriously? The fuck does that mean? Dat mean you’re gonna have sex? Is that why ya grabbed me?!? I thought ya were mad at me or somethin.” The questions flew out of Angel within seconds one after the other.

 

Alastor inwardly cringed, the arachnid had hit the nail on the head immediately, perhaps he could avoid the question of why he’d grabbed him in particular…

 

Alastor furrowed his brow at the thought that Angel didn’t know something sex related, he’d thought most animal sinners would have a heat, was he mistaken?

 

“Have you never had a heat? Or mating season before? Sorry if that’s intrusive, I suppose I expected every animal demon to have one.”

 

Angel thought for a moment, “I guess we spider demons do but it’s not so much a ‘mating season’ as we look for the perfect mate and when we find them we mate fa life.”

 

“Guess I’ve just neva found mine….” Angel said glumly, to which he immediately perked up, ”which is crazy cause I’ve slept with half a hell at this point.” He started chuckling, painfully hollow laughter. 

 

“I figure if it happens, it happens, if it don’t, it don’t. I’m not gonna waste my life looking fa Prince Charming when there might not be one,” Angel said in a resigned voice, a distant look upon his face, and gave a shrug.

 

Angel gave a self-deprecating smile and Alastor returned it with a reassuring look. 

 

“I do so admire that about you, my dear. Your tenacity in this place is commendable, and if it’s at all any consolation, I do believe you are a capable, kind hearted person who deserves love more than any other person in this godforsaken landscape.” Alastor repeated Angel’s gesture from earlier but instead used his gloved hand to pat the ungloved one that Angel had resting on the armrest of his chair.

 

Angel, surprised at the words of the normally aloof man, blushed furiously at the unexpected compliment and touch. He cleared his throat to calm his nerves.

 

“Gee thanks, Smiles,” he gave a shy smile as Alastor leaned back into his seat.

 

Angel looked about to say something when a series of knocks occurred at the door, signaling their dinner being dropped off. The speediness of the delivery could only mean Nifty had dropped it off. As Alastor opened the door to receive the dinner, his smile dropped slightly at the single dish inside, he’d have to rectify that tomorrow. He was a good host, it would be bad manners to deny a good meal to the person staying in his abode. Thankfully, it was a generous portion that would feed both of them well, so it would be fine for tonight. 

 

As Angel and him tucked into their steak and potatoes, Angel once again looked at Alastor curiously and asked, “So uh… back to the conversation from before, what does you bein in rut mean, exactly?” He asked with a saucy smirk.

 

Alastor’s eyes widened as he inhaled the piece of steak he had been getting ready to chew. 

 

He coughed and hacked as Angel awkwardly started to pat his back in his worry. Alastor wasn’t choking per say but his body was unconsciously trying to rid itself of the feeling of the large piece of meat struggling down his throat. 

 

He looked down in embarrassment at his faux pas, wondering if the spider would think him an idiot for choking on a piece of meat. When he dared look up again it was to see Angel looking a little worried but also holding back a small bit of laughter at the absurd situation of the radio demon almost choking on meat in front of him.

 

This is going to be a long night…

 

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They had finished their food with no further incidents, thank Satan . He figured he might have ruined today with his terrible table manners, so he might regain some of his progress by answering Angel's question, loathe as he was to do so…

 

“You see, I don’t usually have this predicament…” Alastor said as he clasped his hands in front of him to stop them from fiddling with the armrests in his nervous state. 

 

“Usually around this time every year, I’d be having a lovely two weeks of absolute mayhem, going throughout all of hell maiming and disemboweling to my heart's content….but this year…” he trailed off in embarrassment. 

 

“This year ya holdin back cause a the hotel?” Angel finished for him.

 

“Precisely.” Alastor let out a breath of annoyed relief. 

 

“I realize that this… silly idea of the princess isn’t going to go anywhere substantial, but people will hardly join if they see the new sponsor for this hotel ravaging the city, will they?” Alastor had a tight frustrated smile on his face at the thought that he was basically being held hostage by his own ambitions. 

 

Angel gave him a blank look for a second which then turned into a perceptive grin. 

 

“Awww, ain’t that sweet. Ya care about the hotel so much ya ain’t goin out killin’ anymore, huh?”

 

Alastor reeled back in indignation, “No I don’t! I merely want this farce to be believable enough to achieve my goal of seeing sinners fail for my own amusement, nothing more!” He turned his head away from Angel with a slightly downturned smile.

 

Angel giggled at the petulant almost frown on Alastor’s face, “Sure, whateva ya say Al.”

 

“So, I notice ya keep avoidin the question, but I’m gonna keep askin, what does you bein in rut mean exactly?” Angel’s eyes shone with mischief as Alastor once again looked like a deer caught in headlights. His lip curled into a smirk at Alastor’s pause.

 

Damn it all! I thought he’d forget! Alastor thought in his panic, once again forced to answer the question he was dreading.

 

“I mean, I guess ya don’t have ta tell me if ya don’t want to, but seein as how a rut is basically a mating season and I’m trapped in here with you for a couple a weeks, I’d like to know so I can either avoid ya or help ya out, if ya catch my drift.” Angel ended with a sultry wink.

 

Alastor swallowed hard, perspiration peppering his brow.

 

“Well, I suppose…if you are amenable to the idea, that is….I wouldn’t be opposed to some…help, now and again….” He trailed off in his doubt, looking anywhere else but at Angel, thinking the spider would want nothing to do with him.

 

He felt Deja vu as he looked up again and saw the surprised look on Angel's face with a hint of something else hidden in his eyes.

 

“You- you’ll actually let me help you?! Like touch you or ya know, whatever ya want? Wow Smiles! I musta asked you a dozen times since we first met, of course I’ll help ya!” He smiled excitedly at the prospect of being able to help Al in a way he was good at.

 

“Course ya know, if I do anything ya don’t like or if ya wanna slow down or something, ya just gotta make sure ta tell me. It’s all about consent and goin at the pace you’re comfortable with. You just tell me what ya wanna do and I’ll help ya out.” Angel was practically bouncing in his seat with his eagerness to start.

 

“Well the heat isn’t affecting me too badly at the moment so I think we should be fine. But perhaps we should figure out sleeping arrangements for the time being, it is getting rather late. You may take my bed as you’ve unfortunately been locked up in here with myself and I shall take the couch,” Alastor said as he summoned some blankets to the couch. 

 

“Nuh uh, nope, we’re both sleepin in the bed Smiles. If you’re gonna end up needin my help at any point in this, it’ll be easier if our bodies are used to each other already. Plus I don’t wanna take a comfortable bed away from ya if it’s big enough fa us to share.”

 

“If it makes ya feel betta we can wear some “proper” pajamas and I’ll even put some gloves on so you won’t feel any random touches durin the night.”

 

Alastor thought for a moment, it was true that their bodies would go through the next couple of weeks easier if they were already used to each other. The gloves thing was a bit much but if Angel wanted to then far be it from him to try to change his mind. 

 

“That is…acceptable, I agree to your terms.”

 

“No need to get all fancy on me, Smiles,” Angel said with a smirk.

 

Angel then frowned, “Uhhh you don’t happen to have some a my clothes in here or somethin? I didn’t exactly have time to pack some before ya grabbed me and teleported us in here.”

 

Al looked sheepish at that last part, “My apologies about that, seems my instincts got the best of me out there, ahem, but on the clothing front I can simply summon some from your wardrobe if you’d like.” 

 

“Yah that’d be great Al,” Angel said with a smile.

 

Alastor summoned some clothes for the arachnid as well as his standard gloves and was embarrassed to find that while he’d summoned some of his unusually conservative sleepwear that he only wore when he was cold, he’d also summoned some very skimpy lingerie. Unconsciously? He did not know…

 

Angel raised an eyebrow at the crotchless panties on top of the pile in Alastor’s hands and gave a seductive smirk to him, “Ya tryin ta tell me somethin Al?”

 

“No! No, not tonight at least... ahem, I am perfectly capable of being a gentleman for tonight. I don’t know what happened with that.”

 

Al was a flustered mess as he thrust the pile of clothes into Angel's hands and walked in the direction of the bedroom, snapping his fingers to change into his red silk pajamas. 

 

Angel snorted to himself, “Ok, ok Smiles, no need to get ya hair in a twist, I’ll wear these things ya found at the back of my closet tonight. Lucky for you that I even had ‘em, I only usually wear ‘em if I get a John who’s into the whole boring prude act.”

 

Alastor felt a foreign emotion swell within him at the thought of someone touching Angel in that outfit, it felt like heat, furious fire. 

 

He was feeling jealousy, he realized. 

 

He, of course, had felt jealous from time to time but never this raw and never for another person. This was a new sensation for him.

 

His brow furrowed and he nearly frowned as he turned his back to Angel.

 

“Yes, well, whenever you’re done changing you may come into my bedroom, the bathroom is there for your nightly ablutions.”

 

Angel looked confused and shrugged as he walked past Alastor to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

 

Alastor tried to reason with himself that he couldn’t possibly get mad at the fact that someone had touched Angel before, it was his part of his profession after all. However, the beast inside of him was rearing its head in anger at the thought of someone touching what was his.

 

He growled and shook his head to clear his thoughts before Angel came back and could see him upset.

 

He was just climbing into bed when Angel came out in a long sleeved pink button up shirt with matching sleep pants, and his usual pink gloves. 

 

As Alastor settled upon the bed he patted the other side for Angel to come and settle in.

 

Angel's face flushed at the sight. It was something he never thought he’d witness, Alastor inviting him into his bed. He smiled shyly and walked over, getting under the luxurious covers.

 

They both lay down and Alastor turned his body to face the spider, “Are you comfortable, Angel?”

 

Angel smiled nervously, “Ain’t I supposed to ask you that?”

 

Alastor let out a bark of laughter, “I will be fine, we’ll only be sleeping, have no fear, I won’t be doing anything in my sleep.”

 

“I’d be fine with it even if you did,” Angel murmured quietly with a smirk. 

 

Al flustered again and cleared his throat, “Ah well, I won’t, I’m not quite that far gone yet, so your virtue is safe.”

 

Angel full on bust out laughing at that.

 

“Virtue he says! Man Smiles, you got a real funny way of thinkin.”

 

Alastor gave a soft endearing smile to the spider while he was busy laughing, he did suppose it was rather silly to use the word with him but hearing this unrestrained laughter was its own reward. 

 

As Angel calmed down he gave a long yawn and looked back toward Al with a sleepy smile, “Well g’nite Al, ya let me know if ya need me to help ya out or anything if it gets too much, also feel free to hold me if it makes ya comfortable, I don’t mind cuddlin,” he said with a wink.

 

Al blushed and said, “I will endeavor to do so if I need to, my dear.”

 

Feeling brave, Al scooted forward a bit towards Angel and held one of his hands, closing his eyes as he fell into a deep peaceful slumber.

 

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Chapter 3: Awakenings

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Angel awoke the next morning to warmth at his back and arms wrapped around his middle. Had he slept at a John’s last night? He moved slightly and felt a hard bulge pressed against him from behind. This definitely felt like a John…but as his grogginess cleared away he recalled with a start that the surroundings were not his room nor a random John’s apartment. He was surrounded in tones of warm maroon wallpaper, intricate designs of forest themes inlaid with touches of black here and there.

 

He recalled running from Alastor yesterday while on his jog and being brought here. Alastor still hadn’t answered that question but he figured the silence on the subject was plain enough that he was probably embarrassed by the answer. 

 

Back to the problem at hand, he didn’t want to wake the man snoozing behind him but he also wanted to see what Alastor looked like when he was asleep. 

 

Before he could do anything the arms tightened their hold and a nose was pressed against the nape of his neck. Angel held back a squeak of surprised delight. There was a tingling feeling coming from the area where Al’s nose met his body and he could feel the soft inhales of the dozing deer.

 

Suddenly the nose started sniffing more as if it had caught the scent of something it liked. Alastor’s lips touched lightly against the sensitive skin, merely rubbing for now, but to Angel it felt like tiny electric shocks with every brush of contact to his skin. He was having a hard time keeping quiet, small noises escaping his throat at the sensation of Al’s lips trailing along neck.

 

Al’s lips opened a bit more and were now giving open mouthed kisses to the area between his shoulder and his neck, his razor sharp teeth grazing delicately against his skin, nicking it here and there and leaking small droplets of blood. His tongue soon followed, lavishing the area with attention, lapping up any spilt blood. Angel squirmed in his hold, gasping breathy moans at the feelings Alastor was bringing out in him. Alastor must have liked the taste of his skin and the small amount of blood as he let out a low groan of satisfaction. At the sound of Al groaning in pleasure around the point where his shoulder met his neck, Angel finally let out a loud whine. Angel could feel the vibrations from that groan rush straight to his rapidly awakening cock.

 

Al’s eyes popped open at the noise but narrowed and glowed red while he unconsciously bit down, rivulets of blood seeping into his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the delicious taste. 

 

Angel let out a high pitched keen at the feeling of Al sinking his teeth into him, it felt like heat, roaring pleasurable heat. He’d been bitten before, hell he’d been bitten harder, but this was like nothing he’d ever felt. Normally, he’d make people pay to mark him up like this but this felt too good to put into words, or price for that matter. He’d gladly give up his soul again to keep feeling the rapture that was Alastor’s bite. Finally, the keening whine broke Alastor out of whatever beastial trance he was in and he reluctantly removed his mouth from Angel’s flesh. He duly noted the blood still coating his lips and savored what was left with a few licks.

 

Embarrassed by his boorish behavior he said, “I do apologize, my dear. I don’t know what came over me, I promise it won’t happen again,” He said, still in a daze.

 

“WHAT?! It betta happen again! Honestly Al! It was great…. By all means do it again…. anytime….like really, anytime,” Angel said while turning around still in his arms to face the buck. 

 

As Angel was surveying what Al looked like in his drowsy state he noticed his antlers. “Looks like ya antlers got bigger, that normal?” 

 

“Well, yes dear, the farther I get in my rut the more my animal attributes come out. Thankfully, they’re no longer itchy as all the velvet has come off but they will grow in size whenever I give in to my urges.”

 

“So whatcha sayin is, just now, ya gave in to ya urges?” Angel asked with a smirk as he traced down the side of Al’s face with a gloved finger, “Ya should do it more often.”

 

Alastor’s eyelids drooped a bit at the touch, relaxing into it. He felt Angel trace back up the other side of his face to the top of his head and up to his fluffy ears. They quivered in anticipation, they were very sensitive. Even with the added barrier of gloves it felt heavenly for them to be massaged.

 

Angel couldn’t believe his luck! He could finally touch Al’s ears! Albeit he still had his gloves on but still there’d be plenty of time to do it again without them within the next couple of weeks. For now he’d watch Al’s facial expressions and try to memorize them for use after they were freed from this room.

 

Before Angel could move a bit closer so he could wrap his arms around Al’s head and bring it to his shirt-covered chest, a knock sounded at the door. Damn them! He’d wanted to nestle Al’s head between his tits while he played with his ears. 

 

Al startled and his eyes glowed red again. His hackles raised as he sniffed the air and shouted out, “Trespasser! LEAVE!” A slight sound of static permeated from his rigid form as he stared daggers at the door.

 

Angel was still held in his arms but Al clutched him a bit tighter at the thought of some rival coming to take his mate away.

 

Angel didn’t know what that was about but out of the corner of his eyes he saw the antlers grow a bit more while Al snarled at the door to the living room. He decided he really, really liked possessive Al, his panties growing snug beneath his sleep pants. 

 

The smell dissipated as the intruder left and the smell of hot food wafted through the crack under the door.

 

Al’s eyes returned to normal and the static diminished as the threat disappeared. He turned back sheepishly to Angel as he said, “Sorry about that, it seems Husker has brought breakfast for us. You can stay in bed if you like and I’ll bring it over.”

 

Angel watched amusedly as Alastor disentangled himself from Angel's body reluctantly and shuffled off to the front door in the living room. 

 

I could get used to this, thought Angel with a satisfied smile as he burrowed back into the covers and buried his face in Alastor’s pillow. As his lips made contact with the pillow he felt a warm sensation fill his body. Hmm that’s never happened before… he thought, unsure of the unusual things his body apparently kept trying to tell him.

 

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Alastor closed the bedroom door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, sweat trickling down his brow. It was getting harder to resist his instincts. They kept urging him to procreate with and protect his mate and it was becoming tedious to block them out.

 

His rut was coming upon him faster than he would have liked. He could only hold out for so long he supposed. Maybe if he released a bit of the built up tension it might abate some of the more forceful urges, like the one that kept wanting him to just take Angel and bend him to his will.

 

He didn’t want to take Angel like that. If his instincts were correct and Angel was his true mate, he didn’t want their first time to be rushed or forced, he was in this for the long run. Their talks even before this week had already established that they had a lot in common and they could work well together, as friends, or as lovers, and maybe even more. He wanted to woo him rather than pose their time together as a means to an end. 

 

Only time would tell if they could get to know each other enough to form a true connection, surely that’s what the smell meant…that they were destined to be with one another.

 

Alastor took a breath to clear his thoughts, he must get back to the task at hand.

 

Alastor walked to the front door and opened it, the spell only allowed him to reach out and grab the food tray that sat in front of it.

 

As he brought it in he noticed that instead of one meal there were two covered plates and glasses of juice. Alastor looked quizzically at it for a moment before seeing the rolled up note sat under one of the plates’ rims. He set the tray down and unfurled the note to read it.

 

Just so you don’t freak out, yes I know legs is in there with you. 

I kind of figured he would be when I saw you starin at him the other day when you thought no one was looking.

And before you send your damn shadow out here, no, no one else saw it, they think Angel is spending a couple of weeks at Cherri’s place. 

You can tell legs not to worry, Nifty and I can watch his pig for him while he’s gone.

 

I don’t know why all of a sudden you’re actually goin through with this rut thing but try not to hurt him. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t need his heart broken or something…

 

Anyway, I’ll take care of bringing you two food and I hope you put up some sort of silence spell cause I don’t wanna hear anything you two get up to in there.

 

-H

 

P.S. Next time you kidnap someone, don’t leave evidence. I found the kid’s phone outside the front door of the hotel. I thought you were a serial killer?

 

Alastor cursed himself, Husker was right, he had been sloppy, leaving behind evidence of Angel possibly having been taken. If anyone other than Husk had found that phone Alastor would have been having a very trying time right now.

 

As for the rest of the note, Alastor silently gave thanks to Husker for his thoughtfulness in keeping things discreet for them, but frowned at the “hurting him” comment. While he understood Husk’s reasoning, hurting Angel was the furthest thing from his mind. It made him a bit uneasy on how to go about “wooing” Angel without hurting him. Surely if he were honest about things as they went there could be no misunderstandings. His mind made up, he decided he would endeavor to tell the truth to the best of his ability so they may get closer. Except for certain times of course, he couldn’t show his whole hand right away after all.

 

He picked the tray back up and headed back into the bedroom, back pressed to the door to open it while his hands were full.

 

As he turned back around and looked up he almost dropped the tray.

 

Angel was splayed out on top of the covers, face down in Alastor’s pillow clutching it to himself as if his life depended on it.

 

Even though he was wearing his more conservative sleepwear, his shirt was riding up in the back. It revealed all that lovely white fur that led down to the plump curve of his ass, which was strained against the fabric of his sleep pants in the position he lay in.

 

It made for a very enticing display even though he doubted Angel was going for sexy right now. He just appeared to be basking in whatever he found fascinating with Al’s pillow.

 

Alastor wanted so very badly to feel that soft fur, or run his hand down the swell of Angel's bottom to the heat he knew must sit between his legs. He wanted to hear the crack of his hand swatting those beautiful cheeks, see the vivid red handprints seeping through the white haze of fur and hear Angel's cries for more. His vision cleared as he came out of his lust infused fog and started counting down from 10 to get his libido back under control.

 

As Alastor’s flushed face started to calm, he cleared his throat to gain the arachnid's attention.

 

Angel's eyes blinked open out of their daze and a blush covered his face as he removed it from said pillow hurriedly. 

 

“Heya Smiles! Sorry! I was just- just uhhh feelin ya pillow, it’s real soft and smooth, feels smoother than mine maybe, hehe yah, just got curious about it I guess,” Angel tried to bluster through an excuse so he wouldn’t look like a creep rubbin his face on someone else’s pillow.

 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at the obvious lie, but let it go for now as he too had done embarrassing things that he didn’t want rehashed.

 

“Of course, yes it is indeed a lovely pillow! We could switch if you wish, seeing as you like it so much,” Alastor said with a smirk, expecting Angel to get flushed again. 

 

Angel saw the teasing look in his eye and decided to call his bluff, “Sounds good Alastor ~” Angel said with a seductive drawl. 

 

Alastor froze at that voice. Heat sped through his body, sweat clinging to the back of his neck again as he fought for control. The voices in his head urging him to claim his mate were getting stronger. Just seeing their mate waiting in bed for them, ready to be taken was pushing him to his mental limits. He held back though, he would do this at his own pace, rut be damned.

 

He took in some calming breaths and strode to the bed, placing the food upon it and opening up the dishes of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast that had been supplied. 

 

Angel's eyes lit up at the scrumptious looking breakfast he was about to dig into when he realized there were two plates. He looked at Alastor in confusion and was about to ask about it when Al, noticing the burning question on his tongue, said, “Husker knows you’re in here. He said people think you are staying at Miss Cherri Bomb’s abode for the next two weeks and that he and Nifty will take care of your porcine pet for you in the meantime.”

 

Angel's confusion dissipated at that and he said as he started to tuck in, “Oh ok! Yah that’s fine, Cherri will cover fa me if they ask anything, I should probably text her to let her know what’s up……OH SHIT VAL!!! Where the fuck’s my phone?!? He coulda called me already and I wouldn’t know it, he might be real mad right now!” Angel dropped his silverware and rushed to the bathroom in his panicked state as he searched his discarded clothes for his phone. 

 

Alastor worried for Angel’s safety when it came to his contract holder, he’d definitely need to take care of that after his rut was finished. There was no way he was going to share his mate with others after they were successfully mated. For the time being though he’d have to come up with a temporary solution. 

 

He summoned his shadow to go retrieve Angel’s phone from Husker while he tried to comfort Angel to calm him down. When the shadow brought it back to him he glanced at the front screen to see two missed calls from “Daddy Val”. He sneered at the name as he got Angel's attention and waved the phone in front of him so he might calm down and be able to use it properly.

 

Angel wiped a few unshed tears from his eyes as he took the phone from Alastor’s hands.

 

“Shit, he called twice, and there’s no texts! I’m gonna be up shit creek if I don’t think of somethin real good for ignorin him…” Angel said fearfully.

 

“Do any of your clients ever…….what’s the phrase? ‘Rent’ your time for say longer than a week or two?” Alastor said. The words tasted like ash in his mouth, the implication that he would be paying to “rent” his mate from someone else was detestable at best and infuriating at worst. Angel was his, no one else’s, even though they hadn’t consummated anything yet, that fact held true to him and no one would change his mind. 

Oh yes, it would be glorious once they were released. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Valentino so he could force him to destroy his contract with Angel, or suffer the wrath of the radio demon. It would be delicious. He might even get a few meals out of it if he declined to make a deal with him. 

 

Although, I really should not eat junk food.

 

Alastor smirked at the thought and moved his attention back to Angel.

 

Angel gawked at Alastor, was he implying what he thought he was implying? 

 

“I mean… yah sometimes, but it would be a fuckton of money, normally the only people that can afford me fa that long are royals, and usually they talk about it to Val beforehand. He gets kinda…possessive sometimes about who gets to play with his…..toys.” Angel looked down in shame at the derogatory term. He didn’t like being called a toy by Val, but in the end that’s what he was so he figured he better just own up to it so it would hurt less.

 

“Please, don’t talk about yourself like that.” The soothing tone just barely hid the seething anger in his voice.

 

How DARE Valentino call his mate ‘his toy’! There will be no more of that talk from here on out!

 

Alastor used a finger to raise Angel’s face to look up at his own, both of them perched on the bed, faces so close they could practically feel the breath of the others upon their skin.

 

His anger had diminished as he looked into Angel's glistening eyes, “You are no ones ‘toy’. You are a wonderful, beautiful individual who deserves to be treated with kindness and doesn’t deserve to be treated so poorly by that cretin.”

 

His voice was so soft, so kind and loving, Angel was utterly entranced. 

 

Angel's eyes fluttered in anticipation, moving his lips ever so slowly closer to the others…….. only to be let down as Alastor summoned wads of cash that rained down in between them, forcing them to split apart, and deposited them in Angel's lap.

 

Angel looked down at the money, stunned and….frustrated. Yah ok, it’s a lot of money, cool, but damn it! He wanted a kiss! He’d been so close! 

 

Maybe it was for the best, Al should choose when to kiss him, not the other way around, he was bein selfish like always. At least he could fantasize about it for now with how close he’d gotten. 

 

“Will this suffice for payment for the next two weeks? Or do you think Valentino needs more?”

 

Angel came back to the present, staring back down at the literal mountain of cash in his lap, “Well I dunno the exact amount that people pay for a couple weeks with me but he’d have to be pretty fuckin stupid to turn down this much. One problem though…how we gonna get it to him? I can’t really leave and stick it on his desk like I usually do?”

 

“Leave that to me, just go ahead and contact him through your cellular device and tell him you are being ‘rented’,” he grit his teeth at his use of the terrible word, “out for the next two weeks by a wealthy benefactor.” 

 

“Ok smiles… I hope you know what ya doin…” Angel said nervously.

 

He sent the text explaining that a Rich guy wanted the next two weeks with him and that he’d have the money waiting on his desk.

 

Meanwhile, Alastor had his shadow surreptitiously take the money, making sure no one saw anything, and place it on Valentino’s desk for him to find.

 

Crisis averted, they then tucked into their slightly cold breakfast, talking about nonsensical things while they waited for a reply. 

 

Right as they finished their breakfast the ding of a text tone went off from the phone lying face down on the bed.

 

Angel’s anxiety ratcheted up at the sound as he slowly went to pick it up.

Angel looked down at the phone in his hands.

‘ Angelcakes, you know better. You’re supposed to come to me FIRST before taking a big client like this, but since they already paid and I don’t need you for any shoots you can give this guy the works. Make sure not to fuck it up. We want repeat customers, especially if they pay like this guy. Make daddy proud.’

Angel let out a sigh of relief.

It worked.

 

It seemed Val liked the amount of money so much he was going to overlook not telling him about it beforehand, or asking questions for that matter, but he was sure he would after the two weeks were up. Angel was not looking forward to that conversation. 

 

“He bought it, thank fuck,” Angel said turning back to his bedmate.

 

“Well there, you see, problem solved. Now we will not waste another moment thinking about that lout, hmm?” Alastor asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

 

“Yah, thanks Smiles,” Angel said with a content smile. 

 

Alastor had been steadily ignoring it over the past couple of days but he could feel his skin heating up a bit. Even within close proximity of his mate it wasn’t calming down, it would steadily get worse over the next few days unless he took care of the problem himself.

 

Angel saw a bead of sweat rush past Alastor’s eyebrow and gave him a questioning look.

“You ok there Al? You look like ya hot or somethin,” Angel said, as he also noticed the slight tremors that ran through Alastor’s body.

 

“Are you having trouble with your rut stuff? Ya need me to help?” Angel asked, concerned.

Alastor didn’t want to push for too much too soon and he could probably hold out for a couple of days more at least. So long as he reached some kind of release, he imagined.

“Oh no it’s perfectly alright, it seems my rut is affecting me a bit more than I would like, haha. But not to worry, I can take care of it myself perfectly fine,” Alastor said with an upbeat but apprehensive tone. He didn’t want to make Angel uncomfortable and he certainly didn’t want to unload his issue onto Angel to “fix”.

Angel saw his apprehension and mistook it as him being uncomfortable with skin to skin contact as he always had before.

He would love to help Al with his issue but he didn’t want to make an already stressful situation more stressful by not adhering to Al’s distaste for touch.

Angel suddenly got an idea. 

 

“Ok so, look I know it might be awkward for a bit, but what if we just have some fun next to each other without touchin?”

 

Alastor tilted his head in confusion, his ears flopping to the side, “I….don’t believe I follow.”

Angel stifled a giggle at the adorable head tilt and said, “Well, ya know...we could masturbate togetha.”

Alastor’s eyes widened rapidly as a sharp screech of radio sounded.

 

There was an awkward silence.

 

Angel frowned, “Uh, you have touched yaself before….right?”

 

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

 

Angel resisted the urge to drop his jaw. 

 

Seriously? The big bad radio demon has never masturbated before? What the fuck?!?

“Ok, so we’re gonna put a pin in that conversation fa later cause that’s important, but fa now I’m gonna take that as a no and I’ll show you how to do it, ok?”

 

Alastor gulped, nervous at the prospect of making a fool of himself in front of Angel.

 

He had a strong distaste for lustful things but maybe if he did it while Angel was there, it might not be so bad.

 

“I...I suppose that would be acceptable. I...am not sure how to start, I have never done this before,” Alastor said nervously.

 

Angel wanted so badly to broach that topic but he could see the sweat falling from Alastor’s forehead and knew he had to help him with his problem first. 

 

“Ok so, what are ya comfortable with, Do you wanna take ya pants off? Ya wanna keep them on and just whip it out through the openin? Seein as ya sweatin up a storm, I’d suggest pants off. Ya probably gonna get hot doin this.”

 

Alastor was not ashamed of his body, or...at least not his lower half. The few times he lured victims into his abode when he was alive, he’d used their lustful intentions against them. He’d had no qualms showing them what they would receive should they follow him into the unknown shack on the edge of the bayou, and a fair few went because of it. Obviously they had seen something they liked enough to ignore the very prominent red flags battering them in the face.

 

“I believe taking off the pants would be the best course of action,” Al said as he started to shimmy out of his sleep pants while still under the covers in bed.

 

Angel held his breath with that shimmy, hardly believing that he was now sitting in a bed with a pantsless Radio Demon right next to him. His mouth was practically salivating at the thought of wrapping his lips around whatever lay beneath the covers.

 

“Alright good, we comfy now?” Angel asked gently.

 

Alastor nodded his head, awaiting the next step.

 

“I’m gonna go ahead and take my pants off too, is that ok?” 

 

Alastor nodded again, nostrils flaring in his barely discernible arousal at that statement. 

 

There was a visible tenting now forming in Alastor’s lap. It would be counterproductive to try to hide it, he supposed. 

 

As Angel finished taking his pants off under the covers, leaving his stockings on, he also noticed the tented covers and swallowed the excess of saliva that had suddenly filled his mouth. 

 

He shakily got out, “Well uh let’s see what we’re workin with here, we’ll both lower the covers at the same time so we’re on the same level, yah?”

 

One.

 

Two.

 

Three!

 

They both pulled down the covers and Angel’s eyes went as wide as saucers while his jaw dropped.

 

Alastor.

 

The fucking Radio Demon.

 

Was hung.

 

How the fuck did he even get a dick that big? What the fuck did his mom feed him?!?

 

It was long and not too thick, but thick enough that the many ridges lining it would stimulate all the right places. It started off red at the tip going down to the base where it faded to black and…..was that? Yes. Oh my god, yes. Angel could see it at the base. There was a knot. In all the years Angel had done porn, he’d never gotten to fuck a guy with a knot. Val said somethin about it taking too long for nature to take its course and his Angelcakes was a busy porn star who didn’t need to get attached to breeders.

 

Angel realized he’d been staring too long and looked up to Al’s face, which was equally glued to his counterpart's genitals.

 

Alastor could especially smell the pheromones wafting from below. They were practically begging him to touch the forbidden fruit that was the long white and pink striped length that Angel had uncovered. Alastor wondered what it felt like. It looked smooth. It had a head not unlike his own, but whereas his cock was a bit girthy, Angel’s was slender and unadorned. There was soft looking white hair at the base of it, just begging to be touched. Although he hadn’t partaken of lustful activities he did know about certain things. Things he was now contemplating doing to the phallus sat in front of him. 

 

A cough sounded to his left, above the lap he’d been staring at. 

 

Angel was looking at him in surprised amusement.

 

“Wow Smiles, ya lookin at my dick like it’s a lollipop or somethin, ya wanna taste?” Angel gave a salacious smirk at the flush rising up Alastor’s neck from his remarks.

 

Angel’s words reverberated through his head. For the first time in his life he was seriously considering the offer. Surely though it was too much too soon. There would be plenty of time for that later when his rut fully took hold of his senses.

 

He let out some nervous laughter, “It is quite intriguing to see genitals other than your own, so different yet so similar.” Why was he saying these things? He was so distracted by lustful thoughts filling his head he was just saying anything that came to mind. “You know genitals are actually not the choice cut of meat people might think. In my experience, the best cut of meat to go for is the thighs or shoulders, or any part that has more fat on it.” 

 

Stop talking about eating people! Al screamed at himself inwardly, a strained smile now sat on his face.

 

Angel stared at him, his smile frozen. 

 

Well...what did you expect a cannibal to say?  

 

He started laughing, undeterred by Alastor’s statement. 

 

“Well, I’ve tasted enough to know that’s true, I wouldn’t wanna actually eat a dick, can’t say I wouldn’t try tha otha meat tho, kinda curious now.” 

 

Alastor could hear the blood pumping in his ears. Hearing that Angel wouldn’t be opposed to trying human flesh was……. highly arousing. He suppressed a full body shiver at the thought. 

 

Once they got out of here, he would be sure to make a magnificent dinner for him to get acquainted with all the wonders of cannibalism.

 

Back to the task at hand, he looked at his own member, it was very red and leaking a viscous liquid. It was getting a bit painful now with the added scrutiny from his bed partner.

 

Angel watched Al’s gaze travel from Angel’s dick to his own problem sitting in his lap. God, he wanted to touch that angry looking cock. He wanted to wrap his hands around it, feel the ridges sliding between his hands, and suck the head into his mouth-

His thoughts were getting away from him, one step at a time, he needed to control himself for Al. Alastor’s comfort was at the forefront of his mind so he decided to start with the basics. 

 

“Ok Smiles, so seein as ya’ve neva touched ya self before, I’m assuming ya probably don’t have any lotion or lube or somethin. It goes alot betta with some.”

 

Plus we’re gonna need some for later anyway if these two weeks go like I think they will , Angel thought with a sultry smirk. 

 

Alastor looked perplexed, “No, I don’t believe I have lotion or….lube. I haven’t had the need for such...items.”

Angel smiled at him placatingly, “Lucky fa you, I’m a professional and I’m always packin.” 

 

Angel reached down to unbutton his button up sleep shirt and reveal his fluffy tits. 

 

Alastor distractedly looked at the balls of fluff spilling out of Angel’s unbuttoned shirt. Were they just fluffy balls of fur? Or were they actual breasts? He longed to run his fingers over them and find out. 

 

Angel reached into his boob fluff and retrieved the small bottle of lube he had stashed there. 

 

Alastor looked in wonder at the small bottle that had just appeared from the depths of Angel’s chest. He hides things in his fur? A pertinent fact for later…

 

“So I’m going to put that liquid on my person…why?” Alastor asked.

 

Angel rolled his eyes at Alastor’s skepticism of the bottle of lube. “One, it makes things waaay smoother, ya don’t wanna rub ya dick out dry. Trust me, ya skin won’t thank ya when this is all ova and you got a rash on ya dick. Two, it makes it feel way betta; you’ll like this, don’t worry.”

 

Alastor still looked unsure but he proceeded to hold out his hand for some. 

 

“Ah but first, do ya wanna keep ya gloves on or take em off? It might feel betta for ya if they’re off, ya know? Skin to skin contact?”

 

Alastor conceded that the sensation might be heightened if he took his gloves off but he wasn’t sure about the residue or mess it might leave him. 

 

“I think I shall keep them on for now.”

 

Angel shrugged, “Eh suit ya self, I’ll keep mine on too, don’t wanna get too dirty right now.”

 

Angel winked and smiled encouragingly at Alastor as he poured a bit of lube into his outstretched covered hand. He couldn’t really feel anything because of the gloves but as he spread it around in his hand he noticed his fingers slid across each other much easier.

 

This product seemed to get rid of all friction.

 

Well I suppose it’s worth a try, Al thought as his covered hand descended on his heated flesh.

 

Al let out a hiss at the cool touch of the liquid covered hand to his length. He looked at Angel to confirm he was doing the right thing.

 

Angel followed suit and placed his own hand on his dick, closing his eyes briefly and sighing in satisfaction. 

 

He slowly started moving his hand up and down around his shaft. Angel watched from the corner of his eyes as Alastor copied his movements. 

 

Oh god, I need to sear this into my brain forever, he thought as he witnessed Alastor’s face morph from pain to pleasure. He was still getting the hang of it, going from jerky to smooth movements over his shaft, but it looked like he was exploring any spots that might be more sensitive than others now.

 

Alastor was elated, he’d never felt this before. It felt like he was suffocating, his head above the clouds, as his hand pumped languidly on his cock.

 

Angel’s voice broke through the haze, “Just do whateva feels good. Try fondlin ya balls or touching ya knot, I bet those are pretty sensitive.”

 

Angel’s voice came out in a husky whisper, like he was having trouble talking. When Al looked at the debaucherous display before him, he accidentally squeezed his hand in his excitement, inadvertently making himself groan at the new sensation. He looked at Angel as he lay back on the bed. One hand was clutching a pillow behind him. Another was clutching at his breast and tweaking something unseen inside the fluff. Whereas the other two were busy down below. Breathy moans escaped him as the hand on his lovely pink striped cock twisted in a corkscrew fashion lazily, as if he wanted to wring a slow torturous death from it. Meanwhile, his last hand was making its way from his balls further down. Alastor could see the glisten on Angel’s gloves from the lube as they moved lower and lower until they reached their destination. 

 

Alastor watched, riveted by the display. Al’s own hand was moving up and down faster, his hips starting to gyrate and move with his hand. He couldn’t look away. Angel teased his pucker a bit, smearing some of the lube across it, until he pushed forward and the digit was sucked into the warmth of his passage. A soft whine was heard as he clutched harder at the pillows and his fluffy bosom. 

 

Alastor wanted to savor this experience. He started exploring what Angel had suggested, squeezing his knot with a tight gasp. My word! It’s so sensitive.. Just that squeeze had sent what felt like a bolt of electricity into his spine, his toes clenching in pleasure. He added his knot into his strokes, his body singing as he let out a low groan. 

 

“Ah! Mmph.” 

 

He looked to Angel again, when he heard the noises. Angel was staring at him pleasuring himself, the very sight of which affecting his own desires. Angel let out another moan, this one of longing, wishing that he could touch Al, and that Al would touch him. He wanted to cum so badly. He wanted Al to see him come undone.

 

Alastor could see the brief flicker of longing in his eyes. The smell of Angel’s lust overwhelmed him as he shuffled closer to his mate, still stroking his member. He moved his head next to Angel, breathing him in, the soft puffs of his exhalations heating Angel’s skin. 

 

Alastor leaned forward and brushed his lips gently across Angel’s neck.

 

“Ah! Yes, please do that again, Al!” Angel felt the sensation of the brief touch of lips like a burst of flavor from his favorite dessert, cannolis. It was delicious. 

 

Alastor began nuzzling his face into Angel’s neck, still casually stroking himself. He was trying to mark himself with the delectable scent of Angel. 

 

Alastor peppered kisses along his neck, Angel's breath hitching with each one bestowed upon him. Alastor’s lips worshiped the skin beneath them, until he grew bold. He made a broad stroke with his tongue over a large expanse of skin going up to right below where his ear would be. 

 

“Ahhh fu-uuck,” Angel panted as he moved his hand frantically over his cock, his lower hand still thrusting in and out of his hole. A second digit had joined the first while Al had been busy teasing his neck.

 

Alastor seeing this display followed suit, fire pooling low in his abdomen. 

 

“Fuck! Al please, please bite me!”

 

Angel’s hands moving furiously on their tasks.

 

Al needed no further words as with a growl he latched onto the junction between Angel’s neck and shoulder. The exquisite taste of Angel's blood flooded his mouth. Alastor’s hand was flying on his cock now. He was sure he’d hurt himself with how fast he was stroking. He gave a few last powerful strokes as his muscles tensed and he came with a groan. His back arched, making him face Angel as warm seed spilled over his hand and onto Angel’s stomach.

 

Angel let out a high pitched keen at those razor sharp teeth sinking into his flesh. His fingers finally hitting that spot inside of him that made him see stars. The overload of the sensations of his rapid strokes, the pummeling of his prostate, and the searing heat of Al’s bite pushed him over the edge. He felt his own warm cum burst forth and start seeping over his gloved fingers as he kept stroking, trying to wring every last bit out. He felt Alastor’s warm seed on his stomach mixing with his own. 

 

He felt Al breathing harshly into his neck still licking the wound he had inflicted as if in apology. As Al started to come down, Angel decided to do a little experiment. 

 

When Alastor’s breathing had evened out and he leaned back to look at him, Angel dipped his fingers in the cooling spend on his stomach. He gave a wicked smile as he brought the fingers up to his face, and started licking them clean.

 

“Mmmmm,” he moaned around the fingers in his mouth. 

 

Al’s member twitched, wanting to play again so soon. Alastor’s eyes were fixed on Angel’s mouth, tongue lapping at any drop of cum he might have missed. He suppressed the urge to replace those fingers with his lips. He wanted to climb atop Angel, hold his hands back and ravage those tantalizing lips, wanting, no, needing to taste their essence mixed together in the warm cavern of Angel’s mouth.

 

But he had restraint, already he was feeling much better than before. It seemed that he was right about how letting off some steam would lessen his urges.

 

Of course he would still think of these things but he would not act on them, yet. 

 

“That was fantastic, superb, why I see why you’re so popular, my dear! I would be very much interested in trying more things like this with you.” He said as his voice dropped into a husky drawl at that last part. 

 

It was Angel's turn to flush, was Alastor…flirting? Oh he liked that, he liked that very much. 

 

Angel coughed to clear his suddenly parched throat, “I think that can be arranged, fa now I think I’m gonna take a shower, would ya like to join me?” 

 

That proposition was far too tempting for him right now so he declined, “Perhaps later I might join you, mon Ange.” Alastor said with a goofy grin plastered on his face, entirely exhausted from their mutual masturbation session. 

 

Mon Ange?

 

The fuck does that mean? 

 

Angel flushed at the new nickname and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek as he got up from the bed. At the contact between his lips and Al’s cheek, Angel got a vague sense of nostalgia. It almost smelled like the sweet aroma of cannolis and the smell of gardenia, the scent of his beloved mother. 

 

Angel hurriedly made his way to the bathroom before Alastor could say anything about the unwarranted kiss.

 

He didn’t have a nose. 

 

He didn’t usually smell things unless he was touching them with his hands. 

 

He definitely didn’t smell things through his lips, thank god for that as he’d had to wrap his lips around hundreds of dicks over the course of his time spent in hell. 

 

That’s why he never usually took his gloves off. He didn’t want to smell the nasty ass dudes he’d have to suck off.

 

Although there were times that he’d get a nice fella for a client and bend his rules a little, but they never gave off anything to call home about. He’d given up on finding anything remotely close to a soul mate or whatever they called them. 

 

Angel started the water for the shower, undressed, and got in, watching as the mixture of spend slowly made its way down his stomach to the bottom of his feet to circle the drain. 

 

He was just imagining things, that’s it. 

 

After all, he couldn’t smell through his lips, he’d never been able to before, so why the hell would he start now? He just had a…longing for home. Maybe he should call Molly at some point, and ask her if she’d experienced this before. 

 

He finished cleaning himself off and stepped out of the shower, drying his fur as best he could before dressing in some loose sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. He put his gloves back on as he wasn’t sure if Alastor would be ok with skin contact yet, plus… he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

 

He made his way back into the bedroom and saw a very endearing sight. Alastor was snuggled up under the blankets snoozing away probably from all the excitement from before. He could see Alastor’s pants still laying on the floor, apparently he’d been too tuckered out to replace them for propriety’s sake. That was fine though, Angel thought a nap sounded like a good idea right about now.

 

Angel pulled back the covers to be able to get into bed and saw a flash of the now limp member he was so fixated on. Even though it was now flaccid it was still an intimidating size, Al was definitely a grower, but even still he feared if it would fit inside him when the time came. 

 

Well…even if it didn’t, he’d make it fit.

 

He gazed longingly at it, imagining all the things he could do while Al was asleep. He imagined himself crawling up Al’s legs, giving a multitude of licks and bites as he went up. Stopping to suck some love bites into his lovely inner thighs while giving hot open mouthed kisses up to his length before swallowing it as far as it could go. He might choke on it at first but he’d get used to it. He wanted to take it so deep he could feel Al’s pubic hair brush his face.

 

But he would never do that without consent. He knew what it was like to have someone take advantage of a situation. He knew what it was like to say no and be ignored as they took what they wanted anyway. He wasn’t sure of all of Al’s sexual experience but from what he’d seen he didn’t have a lot. While he would love to remedy that, first he wanted to make sure Al was going at the pace he wanted. Before his rut he didn’t seem to be receptive to touch at all other than when he initiated it, so Angel was going off of that and waiting for Alastor to tell him otherwise. 

 

That would be the next conversation for them to have so there would be no misunderstandings. Angel got in bed, snuggled up next to Alastor, and turned around, scooching his bottom closer to the heat of Alastor.

 

Alastor turned over in his sleep and grabbed Angel around the middle, bringing them closer. He enfolded Angel in his arms and buried his nose in the nape of his neck. Angel let out a contented sigh, smiling as he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 4: Exploring New Territory

Notes:

New chapter for my friends, hope y’all like it!

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Alastor held his mate in his arms as he stirred himself from his deep slumber. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of Angel’s head, letting his face drift through the soft hair there. 

 

Suddenly Angel’s stomach growled beside him. They needed nourishment, what time was it?

 

He glanced at his clock on the wall and was surprised to see it was now noon. Well that surely meant Husker would be bringing food soon. 

 

A knock was heard at the door. A clink of a tray being set on the ground and a flurry of footfalls signaled Nifty had just delivered lunch. 

 

Loathe as he was to remove himself from his comfortable position, he decided Angel’s needs came first and surely he must be hungry. 

 

Before he got up he gave a gentle kiss to the nape of Angel’s neck in apology. 

 

He extricated himself as delicately as he could, trying not to wake up the sleeping beauty.

 

As he pulled the covers off of himself, he noticed he was bare from the waist down.

 

Good Heavens! Did I sleep in the nude!?! Hopefully Angel didn’t notice….

Alastor quickly put his sleep pants back on as he made his way to the front door of his home.

 

He opened the door to find a tray with two plates sitting atop it. 

 

As he picked it up he heard the bedroom door open, Angel standing in the doorway.

 

“Ah, sorry for waking you, lunch is served.” Alastor said as Angel came closer to inspect the food.

 

Angel picked up one of the covers, it looked like Venison and assorted vegetables. 

 

“Ya really like meat, huh?” Angel asked, his eyes focusing back on Alastor

 

“Well yes, it comes with the territory, I am a cannibal after all. Although I do mix it up sometimes. I know you’ve tried my jambalaya before, I can make all sorts of creole dishes. I’m also partial to cajun as well.”

 

Alastor led them both to a small table near a door Angel hadn’t seen earlier. As they sat down and uncovered their meals he looked curiously at the door. He wondered what it was. 

 

“Hey Smiles, what’s in there?” He asked, pointing at the door nearby.

 

Alastor glanced at the door, “Oh that? This particular suite came with a kitchenette. I don’t really use it all that much as the kitchen downstairs is much more convenient to use and I don’t really get company all that often.”

 

“The fuck? You’re just lettin a kitchenette go ta waste? Why are ya havin Husk and Nifty bring us stuff if ya got a perfectly good kitchen?” Angel asked in confusion.

 

Al swallowed down a piece of venison and said, “Well I had planned to be alone in here originally. It seemed a daunting task to have to make food for myself while also dealing with the symptoms of my rut.”

 

“I thought ya said that Charlie set this up so we could get ta know each other,” Angel said, taunting him with a sly grin. 

 

Alastor had forgotten about that. His fork froze in midair on its way to his mouth. He looked at Angel and slowly put the fork down.

 

He wracked his brain for something other than the truth to tell him. He didn’t want him to know he was his mate yet. It might frighten him away. Even though things had been going well, he wasn’t sure if Angel would be receptive to a long term relationship with someone like him. No, better to avoid that particular truth for as long as possible.

 

“I apologize Angel, that was indeed a lie.”

 

He was trying to stall for time but he still couldn’t think of a fitting lie that wouldn’t come back on him later on.

 

“Well no shit it was a lie. Why the fuck would Charlie put me in here while you’re in rut? It doesn’t take a genius ta figure out what’s really goin on here.” Angel said with a smug grin upon his face.

 

Alastor started to inwardly panic. 

 

How could he figure it out so quickly!

 

“I mean, hell Smiles, ya not exactly bein subtle ova here. Ya just so happen ta grab me instead a anyone else. It’s so obvious a blind man could see it.”

 

Well now Angel was just rubbing it in his face. He didn’t think he’d been that obvious but apparently Angel had figured it out himself.

 

“Ya brought me here cause I’m tha numbah one porn star in hell, amirite?” Angel said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

 

Wait a moment….what?

 

“I mean, I am the top of the line if ya lookin for a good time durin ya rut. Of course ya grabbed me, I don’t blame ya. Why settle fa someone who’s not the best? Plus ya know, we live in the same building and we’re pals so ya know you can trust me not to blab or something.”

 

Alastor was flabbergasted. 

 

That’s what he thinks? That this is a matter of convenience?!

 

Although he did have a point, Angel failed to remember that Alastor didn’t actually like most people. He would have suffered throughout this accursed rut by himself if he hadn’t already found his mate.

 

“You get ya rut itch scratched and I get to be plowed by ya for a whole two weeks, it’s win/win.” Angel finished with a satisfied smile at having figured it out.

 

An endearing smile crept on his face at how adorably oblivious Angel’s deduction was.

 

Far be it from me to ruin his theory.

 

Alastor thanked his luck for having Angel come up with an excuse for him. Better to agree to that than the alternative. For now at least.

 

“Oh dear, it seems you have caught on to me. I’m very sorry, my dear. I did not mean to deceive you.”

 

“Eh, it’s ok Smiles.” Angel said while patting his hand sympathetically.

 

“I know it musta been intimidatin thinkin of askin me ta stay with ya and all that. You should know tho, I’m down fa anythin ya want. I’ve done a whole lotta kinky shit and if ya wanna try anythin, I’m your man.” Angel said with a bright smile as if it was the most normal conversation to have.

 

Alastor’s face heated at the implication of a free pass to do whatever he wanted to Angel. He’d explore that later… for now though…

 

“Well, ahem, I appreciate the offer. Perhaps I’ll take you up on it later.”

 

Is it hot in here?

 

He was still thinking about being able to do anything he pleased to Angel. It was causing his body to heat again. A flush had started to creep up his neck. Perhaps he’d need to go another round tonight to stave off his symptoms. 

 

This was entirely inconvenient. Soon his body would be expecting it multiple times a day. What would he do then? 

 

They finished their lunch and Alastor suggested a game of cards to pass the time. Angel shrugged, indifferent. He was getting pretty bored and it didn’t look like Alastor wanted to do anything else right now.

 

In the middle of their poker game, they decided to get to know each other a little better.

 

“What’s ya favorite flower?” Angel asked as he moved his cards around in his hand. 

 

“Roses. Where did you grow up?” Al said as he raised the pot of pretzels in the center of the table. One of the only things they had found in Al’s small kitchen was a bag of pretzels that were way past their expiration. They were just using them to keep track of who was winning though. 

 

“Ya can’t tell by the accent? Thought it would be obvious. I grew up in New York, New York. It’s a helluva town.”

 

Angel smirked behind his cards, he had a straight. No way Smiles could beat that. 

 

Alastor saw the barely concealed smirk and inwardly rolled his eyes. He thought Angel was supposed to be good at lying. He put one of his cards down and picked up another one.

 

“Why do ya wear a monocle sometimes? Is it just fa looks or do ya need it to see?”

 

Angel was confident he’d win this hand. He’d lost 2 rounds so far out of 5. Whoever won this round won the pot.

 

Alastor moved his cards around and smirked, “I use it for aesthetic purposes, it ties in quite nicely with my attire, does it not?”

 

“Fair enough, it does make ya look all sophisticated and shit. Alright Al, Read ’em and weep. Ain’t no way ya gonna beat my straight.” Angel said as he crossed his arms. He displayed an air of confidence that he would not be beaten. 

 

Alastor put his cards down face up on the table. 

 

Royal Flush.

 

Angel gaped at the cards. How did he win again?!? Dammit!

 

“Fucks sake, ya won again! Has Husk been hustlin me this whole time??!? I thought I was good at poker!” Angel had beaten Husk alot at cards, but they mostly played after he had a rough day at work.

 

Nice to know he’d been winning out of pity. He’d smack that cat in his stupid fuckin face when he saw him next.

 

“Stupido gattone!  Lo farò a pezzi quando lo vedrò!” Angel ranted furiously.

 

Alastor hid a chuckle behind a cough. Even though he wasn’t sure what he said, it was obvious he was ranting about something, probably Husker.

 

“I only beat you by one round, Angel. Perhaps we should stop for now. I’m sure dinner will be here soon.” 

 

As Alastor was putting up the cards, he caught the scent of another male nearby. 

 

His eyes briefly glowed red as he suppressed the urge to march to the door to destroy whoever dared encroach on his territory.

 

Instead, he went over to Angel and held him from behind.

 

“What the- Smiles? What’s this for?”

 

A knocking emerged from the door. 

 

Alastor growled into Angel’s back, a dangerous sound to anyone it was directed to. It threatened a slow painful death. 

 

Angel on the other hand was having a field day. An unexpected hug AND getting to hear Al growl possessively over him.

 

Was it hot in here or just him? He needed to fan himself, he was so flustered. 

 

His sweatpants had a growing bulge from Al’s actions. 

 

And to his surprise he felt an answering hardness pressed against his backside.

 

As the scent left the area, Al came back down to himself.

 

He let go of Angel reluctantly, fingers lingering around his waist as if they missed the contact.

 

“Sorry about that, haha, it seems to be getting harder to control as time goes on.” Alastor said, contrite.

 

Angel gave a pleased smile at that. He loved it when Al lost control, as selfish as that was to say. He couldn’t help it, he loved the way Al got possessive and held him as if someone might take his precious treasure away from him. It made him feel important, wanted. 

 

He thought about the way Al held him sometimes when they were asleep. It didn’t make him feel like he just wanted him for his body, but because he liked him and maybe wanted to protect him. It made him feel like a person. Not a lot of people made him feel that way. 

 

The only people to treat him like a person were the ones he’d come to know here in the hotel, Alastor among them. They were very special to him. 

 

Maybe he was overthinking this, and all the signs he was seeing were just in his head. But he hoped he was right.

 

“Don’t worry about it Al. I understand it’s gettin harder,” Angel said sympathetically.

 

“Were ya thinkin ya might wanna explore more tonight? Or ya just wanna go ta bed?”

 

Alastor thought for a moment. It was tempting to want to try more things today but he decided against it. He didn’t want to rush things. Even though the heat in his veins was getting more unbearable each day, he still wanted to wait as long as he could. He’d come to learn more about Angel in these past couple of days than the almost year they’d been living here. 

 

It had been a surprise to find Angel was very easy to talk to. They had similar interests from growing up around the same time period. And even though some of Alastor’s rapport was in goading playful jabs, Angel gave as good as he got. He was able to keep up with the back and forth banter of comebacks and jokes that were quite silly. All in all he’d never had another person who was quite as much fun to talk to. His best friend Rosie was a close contender but there was just something about Angel that made the world dissolve around them.

 

“… yo… th …..Smiles”

 

Alastor came out of his thoughts with a start.

 

“Sorry, what?”

 

“I said, Yo, earth ta Smiles. What? Ya havin problems with ya ears? I could rub ’em for ya,” Angel said, teasing Al for zoning out.

 

Alastor remembered how it had felt to have his head scratched and his ears massaged, a goofy grin appearing on his face.

 

“Actually, that sounds fantastic, perhaps we could do that tonight… if that’s agreeable with you.”

 

Angel’s face lit up. He looked like the cat that got the canary.

 

“Ooooh yah! This is gonna be fun! Now just rememba Al, if I do somethin ya don’t like just let me know, ok?” Angel said, practically bouncing his way to the bedroom.

 

“I will inform you if that happens, Angel, don’t you worry,” Alastor said as he sauntered after his excited mate.

 

Before he entered the room though he made a note to Husker telling him to get groceries for his kitchen to be delivered tomorrow afternoon. He sent his shadow to deliver it. 

 

In the meantime, he hurriedly entered the room, anticipating the massage.

 

They both settled in bed after their nightly rituals and Alastor lay down waiting for Angel to tell him what to do.

 

Seeing Alastor await his command was a heady feeling. Angel felt like he was finally getting good karma for coming to this hotel. 

 

“Alright so I want ya to get in between my legs here and lie on top of me, we won’t do nothin sexual unless ya wanna.”

 

Alastor’s eyes rove over Angel’s lithe soft looking body. They both were wearing sleepwear and gloves but as he moved into the position Angel wanted him in, he could feel the heat radiating from beneath him.

 

He lay on his stomach on top of Angel, arousal pooling in his belly at the body heat he felt under him.

 

“Damn Smiles, I ain’t even done anythin to ya yet,” Angel said with a smirk as he shifted his cloth covered leg against the growing hardness between Alastor’s thighs.

 

Alastor gasped at the touch, a bolt of pleasure coursing through him. 

 

“Well it seems you just have that effect on me,” Alastor said with a smirk. He decided he’d try to make Angel flustered for once. He, being the one who was always out of his depth. 

 

Angel flushed at the remark. It was a compliment to be sure, but Angel wasn’t sure about the butterflies it produced in his stomach. 

 

Angel said in a shy voice, “Glad to hear it, Al…” his eyes averting their gaze timidly beneath the fringe of his hair. Wanting to pay him back for making him feel things he said, “So I’m gonna need ya to come up a little further and put ya head… right… here.” He punctuated the here with a finger to the space between his fluffy orbs.

 

Alastor was paralyzed for a moment. He stared at the space between Angel’s mounds before looking up at him almost fearfully.

 

“Are- are you sure? I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do there…”

Alastor cursed his inexperience at that moment.

 

Angel smiled endearingly at his obvious unfamiliarity with breasts. “It’s alright Smiles. Ya do whateva comes to mind, just…ya know, don’t eat me. HA! But you just lie down and relax and you’ll be feelin real good in a second,” he said as he seductively removed his sleep shirt, it would be more comfortable for Al to rest his head, plus more fun for Angel. 

 

Angel felt like he was coaxing a skittish deer out of its den for the winter, which….in a way he kinda was. Deer, buck, same difference.

 

As Alastor proceeded to place his head between Angel’s tits, Angel moved two of his hands to lightly brush the sides of Alastor’s face. He moved them up slowly, taking his time until he reached the base of his ears.

 

“Mmmmmm,” Alastor hummed in contentment.

 

If he was a cat, he’d be purring.

 

Angel slowly made his way from the base of Alastor’s fluffy ears to the tops, gently rubbing and petting him. Even though he wore gloves, he felt it was worth it to see the relaxed look on Alastor’s face.

 

He continued to stroke Al’s ears while his other two hands made their way up Alastor’s torso, to his shoulders, which he started to knead. 

 

Alastor let out a groan at the motion, not expecting his shoulders to get massaged. He’d never been touched so intimately before so it was quite a shock to see how pleasing just a simple gesture could be.

 

The double sensation of his head being massaged and his shoulders being rubbed put him into a sensual headspace. 

 

The air felt thicker, almost like he could swim through it. He breathed in the lovely scent of his mate which was even stronger now that his face was enveloped in soft white fur.

 

He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, sending little puffs of air into the fuzz covering Angel's breasts. 

 

Alastor contemplated if they were actual breasts or if they were just fur. Surely now would be the perfect time to find out.

 

Alastor nuzzled one of the mounds with his nose, pushing through the fluff. His nose met the resistance of a physical object, not fluff. 

 

Angel had real breasts. 

 

His intrigue got the better of him as he slowly brought his hand up to card through the soft fur of his chest, leading up to the top of one of his tits. His fingers searched for what he knew should be there.

 

He smiled when he felt a raised bit of flesh above the mound in his hand. He brushed it with his thumb experimentally.

 

“Ah!”

 

Angel had been busy playing with Alastor’s ears when he felt Al nuzzle his tit with his nose. He lay perfectly still as Al brought his hand up to fondle it. He couldn’t believe it. Alastor was willingly playing with his boob like a child might play with a new toy they didn’t understand. He seemed curious about it, not knowing what to do with it, until he brushed his thumb across a nipple.

 

“A-Al, ah,” Angel whined. His nipples hardened under the light brushing of the thumb, excited already.

 

Alastor looked up to Angel to see he’d thrown his head back and had swiftly closed his eyes in pleasure. 

 

Alastor looked back down to the mound, brushing the hair out of the way so he could see- ah there it was, a pink circle with a raised point amongst the white skin of his breast.

 

He grasped it between his index finger and thumb and pinched it gently.

 

“Mmph,” Angel bit his lip to stifle the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was getting this turned on just from Al touching his nipples?!? What the fuck?!

 

Alastor could feel a growing hardness under one of his legs. He smiled, pleased with himself that he could generate these responses from his mate.

 

If a touch got him these noises he wondered what….

 

Alastor moved his head closer, grasping the breast in his hand as if weighing it. 

 

He moved his mouth towards the top of his fluff and gave a tentative lick to the nipple.

 

“AH fuck!” Angel immediately stopped rubbing Al’s shoulders and clutched the bed sheets instead.

 

Fire coursed through Angel at the unexpected sensation of Alastor licking his nipple.

 

Angel tried to even out his breathing as he stared at the top of Alastor’s head. Alastor looked up and gave him a devious grin before diving back down and capturing the pert nipple with his lips.

 

That look spelled his destruction.

 

“Ahh ah fuck, shit Al, mmph!” 

 

Angel writhed under him as he sucked the nipple into his mouth teasing it with his tongue.

 

“Oh god, oh fuck, that’s so good,” Angel moaned out at the sensations Alastor was causing in his body. 

 

Angel had stopped rubbing Alastor’s ears now, instead running his fingers through Al’s hair and clutching it as if to keep him in place.

 

Alastor gave a chuckle at that. 

 

Cheeky brat. 

 

Angel must really like it if he’s trying to hold me in place.

 

Alastor glanced at the other side and decided Angel’s other nipple had been neglected enough. 

 

He brought his other hand up and started tweaking, rubbing, and pinching Angel’s other nipple.

 

“Ahh fuck Al! How are you so good at this??” Angel said, breathing heavily. He couldn’t gulp in enough air. All the sensations going straight down to his cock. He wanted to rut against Alastor, he really did. He wasn’t sure if he’d like that though. 

 

Alastor changed tactics while Angel was distracted and switched sides, now lavishing the other nipple with his mouth's attention.

 

He lightly flicked his tongue against it and dove in to suckle at it. 

 

Angel squirmed beneath him, fully hard now and looking for any kind of relief. 

 

Alastor was also fully erect, his bulge straining against his pajamas.

 

Perhaps there was a way they could both get gratification at the same time.

 

He readjusted his body, carefully lining up their erections, while still worshiping Angel’s mounds.

 

He gave an experimental thrust against the body below him. The friction was heavenly. Their cloth covered cocks rubbed against each other as both of them gave a loud gasp at the sensation. 

 

“Oh fff- uck yessss, please Al, oh fuck please move ya hips fa me,” Angel pleaded with him, needing more of that friction. It was a delicious torture having his nipples played with but not being able to finish the job himself. He was at Alastor’s mercy.

 

Alastor drove his hips downward while slightly nibbling at a pert bud. The dual sensations made Angel cry out, overstimulated. 

 

He apologized by caressing it with his tongue, soothing the dull pain inflicted by his teeth.

 

Angel cried out again, this time in frustration. Alastor was teasing him to the point of insanity. 

 

He needed friction.

 

Angel brought the hands that had been gripping the sheets down to Al’s ass, clutching it and forcing him down into him. The force of the push made their cocks grind together roughly through the thin layer of clothing. Alastor let out a hoarse shout at the motion and, as if overcome by a beast, started a fast paced rhythm of harsh grinding against the body below him.

 

“FUCK YES! Oh fuck Al! YES! Just like that! Oh god!”

 

Angel kept his hands on Alastor’s butt, squeezing and encouraging the vigorous thrusting. He was sure there would be nail marks on Al’s ass tomorrow, he thought with a wicked grin.

 

Angel tossed his head back and moaned as he felt the pressure building. He still had his hands on Alastor’s head so he started carding his fingers through it, making Alastor moan around a nipple.

 

“Ah ah ah ah ah, fuck Smiles, harder, please harder!”

 

Alastor swirled his tongue around the bud in his mouth, causing Angel to buck up into him with a high pitched whine. He made a note to himself to do that again next time, seeing Angel's enthusiastic response to it.

 

Alastor’s pace picked up now, frantically grinding himself against Angel. He felt the pleasure pooling in him, his thrusts becoming ragged from over exertion. He could hear the labored breathing from above, signaling him to Angel's impending climax as well.

 

Alastor canted his hips roughly into Angels, sparks flying in his eyes as he went over the edge. He came in his sleep pants, a wet sticky spot staining the front.

 

“FUCK! AHhhhh,” Angel said as he reached his peak as well, ruining his sleep pants. “Yes.. oh fuck Smiles. That was…That was incredible, oh my god..that was…. Intense.”

 

Alastor, still on top of him, gave small weak motions with his hips as if the urge was still there. Angel whimpered in sensitivity, using his hands to still the movement from above.

 

They both panted harshly trying to catch their breath as they came down from their high. Alastor’s breath tickled his overly sensitive nipples and he had to stifle another moan.

 

Angel gently feathered his fingers over Alastor’s back and patted it comfortingly to signal he was ok. 

 

Alastor shakily got off of Angel, exhausted from all the physical activity. His body felt good though, marvelous really. He lay back on his side of the bed finally calming his breathing down.

 

“Well that was certainly enjoyable. What would you call what we just did, my dear?”

 

Angel thought for a moment, “I mean technically we just dry humped, but some people call it rutting,” He said with a smirk realizing the irony. 

 

Alastor blushed a bit but smiled as he said, “Well indeed! I am in rut so this is definitely the right time for it!” 

 

Angel giggled and readjusted his lower half, grimacing at the cold sticky substance clinging to his thighs.

 

“I’m gonna take a shower…ya wanna join me handsome?” Angel said slyly. 

 

Alastor blanked.

 

“A shower? Why, there’s no need for such a thing, mon ange. I can just do this.”

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the wet spots on both of them had disappeared.

 

Angel gave him a baffled look, which quickly turned into indignation. 

 

“Hold up. Are you serious right now? Are you tryin ta tell me you don’t take showers?…..Do you not bathe?!”

 

Alastor was amused at first at the baffled look on his mate’s face but when the indignation appeared he felt cowed. 

 

He’d never had to worry about hygiene before. No one would dare tell him to his face if there was a problem. Besides, if he was going somewhere special he had a sort of concoction he’d made himself out of herbs that he’d use for his voodoo rituals that smelled pleasant enough. 

 

“…….No?” Alastor said with a strained smile and worried eyes.

 

“Jesus Christ Al, I know this is hell but…fuck. Shit.. ya lucky I haven’t touched ya with my hands yet or I’d’ve probably died from whatava unholy stench is comin off a ya.”

 

Well that’s just dramatic, I don’t smell bad.

 

Alastor was sure that whenever he used his magic to make himself clean it did a good job so there was no need for him to bathe unless it was an extreme case. The last time he’d had a full washing was when he’d gone on a killing spree and was absolutely soaked in blood and viscera. He probably could have used his magic to take it away but didn’t want to risk it missing something.

 

Alastor was about to reply that Angel was over exaggerating when he caught on to a piece of vital information in his reply.

 

You’re lucky I haven’t touched you with my hands yet? What does that mean I wonder…

 

“I am very sorry, my dear. I did not realize it would affect you so. I will endeavor to correct that in the future,” Alastor said to placate the distressed spider. He did not want Angel mad at him for such a trivial matter.

 

Angel smiled, pleased that he’d won the argument. 

 

“Good, so would ya like to join me?” Angel asked sweetly, hoping he would so he could personally ensure every inch of Alastor was clean.

 

Alastor saw the hungry look in Angel’s eyes and swallowed with difficulty. 

 

“Perhaps not tonight, I will take a shower after you are done, my dear.”

 

Angel felt a bit put out but he wouldn’t push. He’d just gotten the best sex he’d had in quite a while and it wasn’t even full on touching. It seemed Alastor was a quick learner, figuring out what buttons to push to make Angel go crazy.

 

Angel turned to go to the bathroom but before he took one step Al’s voice broke through the silence. 

 

“Before you go Angel, I’m just curious about something. You said I was lucky you hadn’t touched me with your hands yet. What does that mean? I was under the impression that you cannot smell,” Alastor said in uncertainty. 

 

A small bit of hope had started blossoming in his chest that perhaps Angel just hadn’t figured out they were mates because he hadn’t been able to smell him….yet.

 

Angel looked at Alastor in confusion, why the hell would he think he couldn’t smell. He thought back to that time in the lobby when Al said he smelled something on him. 

 

Oh…shit, well I did tell him I didn’t have a nose…

 

Angel mentally face palmed at their misunderstanding. Of course Alastor would be asking why he was so worked up about smell, he didn’t know spiders were different with that shit.

 

“Oh shit, yah,” Angel laughed apologetically, “Sorry I guess I did tell ya last time I ain’t got a nose. But ya see spider demons are a little different. Sure we ain’t got a nose but we can still smell alright. We just have to use our hands. Which is a bitch and a half when ya go to the bathroom, lemme tell ya.”

 

Angel laughed at his own joke, missing the widening of Al’s eyes in absolute joy at this new discovery.

 

“Ah! Well mystery solved! You go ahead now my dear and use the facilities. I shall wait until you return to use them myself.”

 

Angel shrugged at the sudden dropping of the subject and turned back, walking into the bathroom.

 

Now that he was alone Alastor sat up and put his hand on his mouth in a gesture of complete surprise. 

 

He’d been right! 

 

Angel hadn’t been able to smell him because those damned gloves had been in the way. 

 

Well maybe now if I take care of my hygiene he might want to take off his gloves…

 

Alastor was more than ready to take up this simple task if it meant he might get the answer to the one question he’d been anticipating.

 

Surely Angel would also smell his pheromones and realize he was his mate.

 

He just needed to touch him.

 

Alastor contemplated what he’d do to achieve this when Angel strode out of the bathroom redressed in some new sleep wear and his same pink gloves.

 

He’d broach the topic with Angel tomorrow, perhaps he’d be able to get him to remove them so they might finally make some progress.

 

Alastor stood up, walking up to Angel and brought him close to his chest. He leaned up and brushed his lips against his throat gently. 

 

“Thank you for indulging me tonight Angel. I can’t express to you how thankful I am to you for being as patient as you are with me.”

 

Angel scrunched up his face in a dopey grin. Al was so fucking cute sometimes.

 

“Of course, mio cervo, anytime,” Angel said as he gave Alastor a peck on the cheek.

 

Alastor gave him a soft smile as he padded toward the bathroom and Angel got in bed.

 

He lay down and pondered what had just happened.

 

Angel was so confused.

 

Angel felt like he had smelled his favorite food again, this time a little stronger, from the point Al had pressed his lips to AND from where his lips touched Al’s skin. 

 

This doesn’t make any sense. 

 

I can’t smell from anywhere except my hands, that’s what I was always told…why the fuck do I keep smelling through my neck and lips? Is it just Alastor?

 

He looked around for something that might be smelly and found one of his socks he needed to wash. He didn’t really want to do this since he’d just taken a shower but he wanted to know.

 

He placed it against his neck and…..nothing. What the fuck! He really didn’t want to test the theory on his lips but he needed to know.

 

He put a small corner of the sock on his lips, also nothing. He resisted the urge to go wash his lips at the sink since Al was still in there. 

 

Ok so, nothin from the neck or lips, how bout hand?

 

He carefully took off one of his gloves and touched the sock, the scent of a smelly foot burst forth from the point that he touched.

 

Fuck! Ew! Alright, ok so that works….so What the actual fuck is goin on?!? Did someone forget ta tell me somethin about spider anatomy when I dropped down here.

 

Most of the information he knew about his demon form was from family members who had similar forms to him. Secondhand knowledge wasn’t really reliable though it seemed, as he had no idea why this was happening.

 

I might have to call someone about this…

 

Maybe it was just Alastor. But why the fuck would Alastor smell like food and flowers. Albeit the smell was very very good, it made him think of home. But regardless, It didn’t make any sense. He held his head in frustration. A headache forming from his need to find the answers to these questions. He felt like he was on the cusp of figuring something big out. He breathed in and let out a long sigh. 

 

It’s too fuckin late ta think about this right now. I just had some awesome sex. I need to sleep so I can keep havin awesome sex. 

 

He was brought out of his reverie when he heard the doorknob rattle.

 

Alastor stepped out now dressed in new sleep clothes but his hair was still dripping. 

 

Ange stifled a laugh at that.

 

“Ya really don’t take showers that much huh? C'mere Al, bring me ya towel.”

 

Alastor proceeded to walk over to the bed and sit atop it as Angel took the towel from his hands and started to dry his hair.

 

Alastor had never really paid much attention to his hair. Rosie had been the one to cut it that first time many years ago and he’d endeavored to keep it the same way since. But feeling Angel rub his ears and his scalp with the towel was definitely worth admitting to his lack of hygiene if this is what he’d receive.

 

Angel finished drying Alastor’s hair as best he could and settled back down into the pillows facing Alastor.

 

Alastor copied his companion and looked down at their hands, gently taking one in his own. Angel looked from the hands to Alastor’s face, they were scant inches away from each other. He could very easily lean in and take Al’s first kiss, if it even was Al’s first kiss. 

 

He kind of hoped it was to be honest. It would be amazing to be the one to give Al his first kiss. But alas, Alastor turned around, still holding Angel’s hand as he placed it around his middle, his back now against Angel’s front.

 

Well…this is nice, johns don’t usually let me hold them like this. Maybe they think it’s girly or somethin….

 

Angel smiled fondly at the back of Alastor’s head as he felt his breathing even out. Soft snores could be heard from the buck. Angel pressed his lips softly against the nape of Alastor’s neck, like he had earlier today. He gently brought Al closer to him, now spooning against his back as he drifted off to sleep.

Notes:

Translations:

Stupido gattone! Lo farò a pezzi quando lo vedrò! - Stupid ass cat! I'll tear him apart when I see him!

Chapter 5: Familial Revelations

Notes:

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Day 3

 

Everything was hazy when Angel started stirring. He had his arms wrapped around a figure. He remembered with a happy smile that Alastor let him hold him last night. 

 

He nuzzled the back of Alastor’s ear, loving the way it felt on his face. As he did he heard Al moan a bit in his sleep. Angel picked his head up slightly, trying to look at Al’s face.

 

Was he having a bad dream? Should he wake him up?

 

As he was contemplating shaking him awake he noticed slight movement from Al’s hips, small at first but growing larger. He looked over Al’s form to see his morning wood slightly tenting the blanket when he moved his hips forward. 

 

Looks like he’s having a real good dream, Angel thought with a saucy smirk. 

 

Maybe I can help him and he won’t get mad.

 

Angel thought it out carefully. If Al did wake up to him “helping” there was no telling if he’d be happy or upset that he hadn’t asked before touching. It was probably safer to wake him up first. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t wake him up without having a bit of safe fun. 

 

Angel brought his mouth from the top of Al’s head to the back of his neck, dragging his lips across it. He felt more than heard the intake of breath as Alastor felt the tickling sensation and groggily started moving, trying to place what was happening. 

 

Angel gave a kiss to the bottom of Al’s neck, applying slight pressure as he heard Al’s growl in the back of his throat. He could feel the vibration of it through his lips as he repeated the motion, making his way up to Alastor’s pulse point. He placed his lips over it and sucked the skin gently into his mouth, nibbling slightly. Definitely not enough to break skin. He was venomous, but not lethally, more….distractedly. He didn’t want Al to go even more sex driven…unless he gave permission that is. Al let out a low moan at the feeling of Angel toying with the flesh of his neck.

 

Figuring Al was plenty awake now he murmured into his ear, “I saw you were dreamin of somethin nice and figured we could make the dream a reality. Ya want me ta help ya with that?” Angel asked motioning to Al’s straining member. 

 

In his rocking he’d inadvertently uncovered the lower half of his body from the covers and had started gently rutting against anything he could reach.

 

Alastor felt confident his rut was getting increasingly harder to suppress. 

 

Even now he wanted to turn around and force his knot into his mate. The urge to procreate was ferociously warring against his gentlemanly senses. 

 

Alastor looked back to Angel, catching his eyes as he nodded his head in the affirmative. He didn’t know what Angel was planning to do but knowing him it would feel glorious and bring him some form of relief. 

 

The nod made Angel smile brightly. He was giving him permission to touch! Finally! He’d wanted to rub the length of it since the first time he saw it. 

 

Angel was about to take off his gloves until he remembered how the buck felt about touch and the end of their conversation last night. 

 

How Alastor had thanked him for being so patient with him. 

 

He could still be patient, good things come to those who wait after all. He grudgingly pulled his glove back on and started carefully making his way down the front of Al’s shirt, drifting across his nipples as he went.

 

He heard a sharp intake of breath at the brush of his fingers against Al’s clothed nipples. His eyes shone mischievously at the slight revenge for what Al had done to him yesterday.

 

So he also has sensitive nipples, huh? Angel thought with a giddy smile. I’m gonna use that lata .

 

His hand continued down, stopping right below where Al’s belly button should be. He carefully peeled back the bottom edge of Al’s sleep shirt and continued down further. He could feel the scratch of wiry hairs against his gloves as his hands came in contact with Alastor’s red happy trail. And happy it was.

 

Standing at attention at the end of the trail stood Alastor's massive erection, straining against his sleep pants, just begging to be released. 

 

The confined beast made Angel’s mouth water. 

 

He slowly brought both hands to the sides of Al’s hips and started lowering the sleep pants. Alastor realizing what he wanted to do shimmied to help lower them easier. 

 

Angel looked in awe at the monster in between Al’s legs. God…the things he wanted to do to it.

 

Carefully he ran his hand up Al’s thigh and gently grasped the base of his cock. 

 

Alastor let out a muffled groan. Angel turned to look at Alastor and saw that he’d muffled himself with his pillow. Angel narrowed his eyes at the attempt to quiet himself.

 

Not on my watch ya don’t. I’m gonna make ya scream.

 

He let go of Al’s dick and Alastor made a sound of displeasure.

 

Angel quickly grabbed the lube he’d haphazardly placed on the bedside table yesterday and squirted some into the palm of his hand. He warmed it slightly, spreading it between two of his hands.

 

After it was sufficiently warmed he placed his hand back on the bottom of Al’s shaft. Al tried to moan into his pillow again but at the same time he moved his head to the side, Angel took the tip of Al’s ear in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it. Alastor jerked his hips forward with a cry. This new sensation caused him to jerk in Angel's arms which were stroking his sides soothingly.

 

Angel grinned in satisfaction. Even though his cry was more from surprise than actual pleasure he’d still done it.

 

That fuckin counts! I don’t care what anyone says!

 

Angel smiled around the tip of Al’s ear in his mouth. Releasing it, he blew a little into the opening and watched it flutter at the feeling. He chuckled to himself that Al’s ears acted just the same as a dogs would. 

 

Angel started moving his hand up and down the length of Alastor’s cock, feeling the glorious texture of the ridges sliding through his fingers. He could just imagine having this hot weighty rod thrusting in and out of him, every ridge touching somewhere new each time. Angel stroked slowly, wanting to savor the feeling while also wanting to watch Al writhe in his arms. 

 

Alastor threw his head back against the top of Angel's fluffy chest. The pleasure was torturously slow. He wanted Angel to go faster, make him see those spots in front of his eyes as he gave in to his release. But Angel would have none of it, having far too much fun teasing his little buck.

 

Alastor started squirming in frustration, inadvertently brushing his backside against Angel’s clothed cock. 

 

“Mmph!”

 

Angel bit his lip at the rub, it had been right on his cockhead and fuck did it feel good. 

 

Did Alastor do that on purpose? Angel thought incredulously.

 

Alastor couldn’t see the wicked grin forming on his face.

 

Game on Smiles.

 

As Angel stroked Al’s length he added his other hand to help and at the same time slotted his cloth covered dick between Al’s buttcheeks, grinding into him.

 

The two hands simultaneously pumping his cock had been a nice surprise, but not as much as the clothed hardness that slid between his cheeks. He startled at the feeling of something brushing that very private area. It felt odd but also strangely arousing.

 

Angel kept stroking, one hand focusing on the base and knot, the other massaging the head, moving his thumb over it in firm circles.

 

Alastor didn’t know how to focus on more than one sensation at a time, it was all so overwhelming. 

 

While Angel stroked a bit faster he decided to grind into Alastor again and started a rhythm of stroking and grinding. 

 

Alastor bent forward a smidge to open his cheeks a bit wider. This new sensation wasn’t unpleasant, it actually felt quite good if he were to be honest. He’d never really thought that area would be an erogenous zone but here we were. He found that it was very sensitive so the sleep pants grinding against it sent a bolt of pleasure to his cock with each brush.

 

Angel's extra hands found themselves traveling across Alastor’s chest and rubbing his nipples through the thin fabric of his nightshirt.

 

Alastor was biting his lip so hard it started to bleed. He could feel that familiar pulsing deep in his gut. 

 

Angel sped up his rutting against Alastor, matching his hands to the pace. He pulled Alastor close to him as he felt the beginnings of his release. Alastor’s hands which had been on Angel's hips behind him clenched as he felt the pressure explode inside him. He came all over Angel’s hands and the sheets while Angel came in his pants, panting harshly against Al’s neck. He slowed his thrusts at Alastor’s backside, gently rubbing now. 

 

As he felt both of their breathing returning to normal he gave a soft kiss to the side of Al’s neck and smelled gardenia and cannolis. It made him pause for a second.

 

He needed to figure out this mystery today. 

 

The fact that it was coming through so clearly baffled him.

 

Why was it that particular smell…and why was it coming from areas other than his hands?

 

Alastor turned his dazed face to look at Angel and his brow furrowed in worry at the deeply in thought expression on his face.

 

“Are you alright, my dear?” Alastor asked in concern.

 

There was a moment of silence before Angel broke out of his trance.

 

“Yah..oh! Yah Smiles! Sorry…I was just thinkin bout somethin…. that was great by the way! Did ya like the handjob?” Angel smiled weakly.

 

Alastor looked nonplussed, “Is that what you call what we just did?”

 

Angel gaped. 

 

He doesn’t know what a fucking handjob is?!?

 

And there’s another important conversation they had to have today, great…

 

“Yah Smiles, how bout we get up and get some chow, I’m starvin,” Angel said, trying to bring the mood back up.

 

Alastor smiled and turned around in Angel’s grip.

 

“That sounds good.”

 

He was staring at Angel’s lips. He wondered what they would taste like.

 

He started to lean forward ever so slightly, inching towards that delectable mouth.

 

Before he could get closer, Angel started to get up. So focused on thoughts of who he should call and wanting to get clean, he missed the look Al had been giving him. 

 

One of longing.

 

This was fine, it was still going to plan, they had plenty of time for more emotional intimacy and affection.

 

But Alastor knew these sexual dalliances wouldn’t keep away his instincts forever.

 

The point of the rut was to procreate and his inner beast would not be fooled for much longer.

 

Already he could feel heat very low in his belly. It felt like embers from a fire, but it would surely turn into a roaring inferno before days end.

 

Alastor paused his pondering a short while later, seeing Angel walk out of the bathroom. His hair was still slightly wet and he had a towel wrapped around his bottom. It was held so low he couldn’t even see his feet.

 

Why must he torment me? Does he even realize….

 

Alastor’s mouth went dry looking at the droplets of water rolling down Angel’s glistening fur.

 

It was clinging to the shape of his figure, around the curve of his middle and accentuated the size of his bust.

 

Without all the fluffy fur in the way he could really see how voluptuous Angel was. 

 

His eyes were fixated on a water droplet traveling down the front of Angel’s breast and over his cold pert nipple. 

 

He wanted a taste.

 

Angel saw the look and gave a saucy grin. 

 

His eyes were hooded as he said, “What’s wrong Smiles? See somethin ya want?”

 

Alastor swallowed hard.

 

“As much as I would like to right now, we really must eat something, my dear. I believe Nifty has already dropped our breakfast off at the door if I’m not mistaken.”

 

Angel hid an amused smile as he sauntered over to Alastor just getting up from the bed to take his own shower. He drifted close to him, enough to brush some of the moisture from his fur to Alastor’s skin. 

 

“If ya say so, Smiles.”

 

He will be the death of me.

 

Alastor’s member was pulsing under his sleep pants, awake again after so little time. He needed to take a shower so they might eat breakfast.

 

He turned to tell Angel this but gave an embarrassing squeak when he saw that Angel had dropped the towel and bent over to retrieve his clothes from the pile of fresh clothes he’d set next to the bed. 

 

He could see everything.

 

Everything….

 

He practically ran the rest of the way to the bathroom, hearing quiet laughter in the wake of his retreat.

 

Vaguely, he wondered why Angel had already been wearing stockings on his feet when he dropped the towel. Maybe he’d ask him later, for now he must clean himself and get rid of this insatiable demon between his legs.

 

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That. Was totally worth it. Angel thought with a bright smile. 

 

Teasing Al is so goddamn fun.

 

Maybe he might be pushing it seeing as how they hadn’t really discussed what was ok and what wasn’t but that squeak meant something. Also how Al was trying to cover his dick when he left was clearly telling.

 

If anything he hoped Alastor appreciated the view and maybe he’d rub one out in the shower because of it. Angel let out a shiver at the thought of Alastor masturbating while thinking of him. It was such a pleasing thought.

 

Angel cocked his head at that. Sure, he liked people thinking about him and being the center of attention, but with Alastor in particular he wanted to be fully centered in his mind 24/7.

 

Why was that?

 

Was it because they were friends?

 

Was it because he was powerful and he liked the idea of a powerful person liking him?

 

Did...did he like Alastor?

 

He couldn’t think about this right now, he had to go pick up the breakfast before it got cold. 

 

Plus he had to get his phone so he could call Arackniss, his brother.

 

He finished getting dressed in a pretty pink dress and his pink gloves. 

 

He went to the front door to pick up the tray of fresh food and saw a note peeking out from under a plate. 

 

It was addressed to Alastor.

 

Must be from Husky. I wonder what it says.

 

He warred with himself over whether he should read it or not.

 

He decided not to as it would be an invasion of privacy. He and Al had gone through so much already. For him to ruin it now would be just plain self destructive. And he was highly motivated by self interest, his interest being getting closer to Alastor.

 

Wait no, just having sex with Alastor. Not getting closer… it’s not like I like him or something…

 

But he realized with a start he kinda did.

 

Ok so, whatever, it’s a stupid crush, I get them all the time. It’s not like it’s gonna go anywhere…even if I wanted to, I can’t date anyone anyway….not with my contract….

 

He felt his eyes watering. These thoughts were making him depressed.

 

UGH! Stop thinking and just do. Just set up breakfast, call Niss, and give Al the sex talk, piece a cake.

 

He walked the tray over to the table and set the plates on it. It seemed Alastor was taking longer than usual with his shower so he thought maybe he might be able to do his phone call before he got back.

 

He looked in the bedroom real quick and heard the water still running so he dashed off to the small kitchenette for more privacy.

 

He’d nixed calling his sister so he wouldn’t get her in trouble, but Niss was fair play…even though they hadn’t talked in a long while. 

 

He opened his phone and punched his contact for “Niss”, his older brother.

 

It rang a couple of times before it picked up.

 

“Whatcha want Tony? I’m busy.”

 

Angel could hear gunfire in the background, maybe he was in a gunfight right now. He didn’t want to distract his brother so maybe it would be better to call later.

 

“Well if ya busy I can talk lata? I don’t want ya ta get distracted if you’re doin somethin important.” Angel said with concern.

 

“Nahhh, I’m just fuckin with ya, these clowns are pretty much done for anyway.”

 

He heard one last gunshot ring out and the distant cry of someone getting hit.

 

“Oh, well… ok, so uh, how ya been?” Angel asked awkwardly. 

 

Niss looked at the phone in his hands in confusion, “You called me to ask how I’m doin? That ain’t like ya Tony, what do you really want?”

 

“Well fuck me fa wantin ta know how my brother is but fine, ya right. I’ve been havin some…..issues with my spider body and I wanted ta know if you experienced anything like I have, or if ya know anythin.”

 

Arackniss was curious, spider issues? The fuck does that mean?

 

“Ok Tony…? What kind of issues?”

 

Angel thought how to pose this next question. Maybe just asking about the smelling thing would be ok….

 

“So uh…have ya eva been able ta smell outta anywhere otha than ya hands?”

 

Arackniss had been packing up his sniper rifle and crossing to his car to stow it away before lunch. But at that question Arackniss froze, his hand on the door handle of his car.

 

He clenched it anxiously.

 

“Why…?”

 

Angel’s brow furrowed at that. Why the fuck would it matter, why? It’s a simple fuckin question. 

 

“Why the shit does it matta, just answer the fuckin question!” 

 

“…….not until recently.” Came the quiet reply from Arackniss.

 

Angel gasped. So this wasn’t just happening to him! Maybe it was a yearly thing?! Maybe it was an instinct thing that they just didn’t know about!

 

“Ok good! I’m not alone then! God, ok, so do ya know why it’s happenin?”

 

Silence met him on the other end of the phone. 

 

“It’s happenin to you too? Tony…who are you with right now?”

 

Angel froze. Why did Niss wanna know that?!

 

“Um…no one, why? What’s that got ta do with it?” He asked distractedly trying to avoid saying who it was.

 

“Tony, this is serious, if I tell ya why this shit is happening…..I need you to promise me. Promise me on ma, that you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you.”

 

Angel could feel the deadly significance of that statement. Niss would never ask him to make a promise on their mother unless it was life or death. 

 

Angel replied in a solemn voice, “Ok Niss, I promise on ma that I won’t breathe a single word of what you are about to tell me.”

 

Angel heard a relieved sigh on the other end. 

 

“Ok Tony…the reason I asked about the person you’re with is cause they have to do with why you can smell from places otha than your hands.”

 

“I’m going to go ahead and assume ya haven’t touched them fully cause you definitely would have noticed. But….”

 

Arackniss paused, he didn’t really want to tell Tony so soon, it had only been a month they’d been dating and since he had figured it out. He didn’t want to jinx anything and he also didn’t want his dad to find out. But he would at the very least let him know what the symptoms meant.

 

“But lemme guess, you can smell that person in particular when they touch you, or you them, yah?”

 

“Yes,” Angel breathed in to the phone, so focused on the conversation. There was an air of suspense as he waited for Niss to finish his explanation.

 

“And the smell is something that ya really like right? Makes ya think of home or feel nostalgic?”

 

“Yes! Just tell me what it is Niss!”

 

“I started smelling something like that the first time I shook hands with my new partner…”

 

Partner…

 

………….

 

WHAAAAAAT?

 

“Partner? Niss? Like business partner? What’s ya business partner got ta do with that?”

 

“No! Not business partner, ya fuckin dope! Partner like romantic partner! Coglione del cazzo, vuoi che te lo spieghi??!?” (Fuckin' ass, you want me to explain it to you??!?)

 

Angel stared ahead, mouth wide open at the realization that not only did Niss have a romantic side but apparently he was with….another MAN?!?

 

“Ratto bastardo!!! Dopo tutta la merda che tu e papà mi avete dato per essere gay?  E si scopre che lo sei anche tu?!?” (Rat Bastard!!!  After all the shit you and dad gave me for being gay?  And it turns out that you are too?!?) Angel swore angrily into the phone. Some part of him deep down was ecstatic that his brother had found someone but he was too pissed at the hypocrisy of the moment to care.

 

Arackniss fired right back, “Cazzo non lo sapevo!  Non finché non gli ho toccato la mano….” (I fucking didn't know!  Not until I touched his hand….)

 

Angel calmed down at that. Niss seemed almost sad, like he was regretful. 

 

“Look Tony….it’s only been a month and I had to research it myself but, it seems like they’re the signs everyone told us about soulmates or mates…if they actually exist.”

 

Angel leaned against the counter to his side, as his legs suddenly went weak.

 

Soulmate?….the one I’m supposed to mate with for life…..it can’t be, it’s a myth…

 

“All I know is, I felt the same way you are, smellin from ya lips, from ya neck, I think that has a bit to do with somethin called pedipalps on actual spiders. We don’t have ‘em but it’s in the facial region so…next best thing, I guess?” Arackniss said in uncertainty. 

 

“And I ain’t gonna lie, Tony. When I touched his hand for the first time and the scent hit me, I freaked the fuck out. Like… I work a lot, I shake hands a lot, but I’ve neva had anything like that happen before…and I thought…ya know, this might be my chance. So I started ta get ta know him and….it’s been goin real good so far. Better than most of my relationships, even when I was up top….just, I know I always ragged on ya for bein gay but, what I’m tryin ta say is…I’m sorry.”

 

Angel’s breath caught in his throat, Niss never apologized to anyone. Not even their dad, which for some reason Henroin respected.

 

“I know I’ve been a shit brother in both my lives and…I never stood up for ya when you needed it and for that I’m sorry. But I understand now, I….didn’t want to be this way but it ain’t a choice like pa says. Even before I touched my guys hand, I just felt…drawn to him. I wanted to get to know him…..”

 

“Anyway… say something Tony.”

 

Angel frowned, contemplating whether he should forgive his brother or not. 

 

He sighed and let the anger drain out of him. He loved his brother, regardless of what he’d done to him in the past, and he was happy he had found someone. 

 

“I ain’t gonna forgive ya right away but…thanks for the apology…and I’m happy for ya Niss. I’ll get to come by and meet ya fella at some point, yah?” Angel said with a small smile. 

 

He could hear the relief in Niss’s voice as he said, “We’ll see Tony, we’ll see. I don’t know if he has the same instincts like us, he might be a mating season kinda guy so it might take awhile fa him ta figure out that we’re mates.”

 

Oh shit… I forgot about that. 

 

Alastor might be my soulmate.

 

What the fuck do I do now??!

 

The awkward silence from his end of the phone made Niss worry. “Uhh, you ok there Tony? I lose ya or what?”

 

“I- I’m fine, yah totally fine. I just…Now I gotta figure out if the fella I’m with is my soulmate or if I’m just dreamin shit up…”

 

“Well…are ya safe right now Tony? Like…is this guy good?”

 

Angel’s heart ached from the concern he could clearly hear in his brother’s voice. 

 

He was a little choked up when he said, “Yah Niss, I’m fine. He’s a really good guy and… if everythin goes ok, who knows…it might work out.”

 

“I gotta go Niss, but thanks fa tellin me. I’ll call ya in a couple of weeks ta catch up.”

 

“See ya later, Tony, be safe.” Arackniss said as he hung up the call.

 

Arackniss looked down at his phone, worried for his brother, but Tony was a big boy. He could take care of himself, and now he knew he could call if he needed help from his big brother. 

 

“Are you coming, Nissy?” Said a reptilian man slithering up to his partner. 

 

“Sorry ta keep ya waiting, Pent. Yah let’s get goin, we can get lunch at that new place around the corner.”

 

“Absolutely! You just know all the ‘hip’ and ‘cool’ places don’t you Nissy!” The overlord Sir Pentious said excitedly as he slid down the street with Arackniss, hands drifting against each other. 

 

“Anything for you, Pent,” Arackniss said with a soft smile.

 

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Angel ended his phone call and saw it had taken 30 minutes. Angel hurried out of the kitchen to see Alastor sitting at the dinner table eating already. 

 

“I would have waited for you but you seemed like you didn’t want to be disturbed, so I helped myself.”

 

Angel was stuck in place. 

 

Did he hear anything from our talk? 

 

Does he know???

 

If he knew, wouldn’t he have done something about it already? The more logical part of his brain kicked in.

 

That was a good point, if he was his mate, he figured Alastor would have tried something already. But he hadn't, so maybe he wasn’t.

 

He moved over to his breakfast and dug into the slightly cold hash browns, eating in silence.

 

Alastor noticed the tension in the air. 

 

“Are you quite alright, my dear?”

 

“Yah…yes, I just talked to my brother after not talking to him foreva so it kinda…knocked me out.”

 

Alastor looked unconvinced but carried on eating.

 

“Oh yes by the way, I asked Husker to bring us some groceries at lunch time so if you have any requests please add it to the list I have here.”

 

Angel glanced down at the piece of paper he was holding, it was the note from earlier. It simply said, “What groceries do you want? -H”

 

Good thing he didn’t snoop, that would have been a stupid thing to get in a fight over. 

 

He grabbed the list and started adding some ingredients for some Italian dishes he knew how to cook. As he gave the list back to Al to send to his shadow, he smiled fondly at the thought of Al trying his home cooked meals. He was sure Al would love them.

 

That made him start thinking about the soulmate thing again…

 

Let's just say that Al was his soulmate…what then? 

 

He couldn’t stay with his soulmate. He was contracted, owned . 

 

He was a dumb whore who had sold his soul to the devil, so to speak, and only he was to blame.

 

He couldn’t allow himself to give in to stupid fantasies about happily ever after if he wanted to stay sane down here. This was hell. Happily ever after didn’t exist. Especially not for him…

 

The mood visibly grew somber again and Alastor noticed the glistening eyes of his mate from across the table. What had upset him so?

 

He could feel his body heating up but this definitely wasn’t the time for that so perhaps a change of topic would do.

 

“So did you have any burning questions you wanted answered? I believe you dropped a ‘pin’ in a conversation yesterday that we could continue since we’re doing nothing else at the moment.”

 

He did have a question but he definitely wouldn’t ask it.

 

He wasn’t sure how Al would react to the question, Are you my soulmate?

 

Probably laugh in his face at the ridiculousness of the question.

 

But hearing about the ‘pin’ brought back what he’d been waiting to discuss for ages with him.

 

“That’s right Smiles, you and I gotta talk. Things have come up when we’re doin stuff and I gotta know the extent of how much you’ve done so I don’t overstep, capische? Also have ya ever heard of safe words or colors? Cause that’s gonna be a big thing goin forward.” Angel’s mood brightened up at finally being able to ask Alastor about his sex life. He was intrigued and it was also important to him that he understand how far he could go without upsetting the buck. That was the absolute last thing he wanted to do.

 

Alastor looked perplexed, like Angel had just spoken a foreign language.

 

“Well uh…ahem, with the question as to how much I’ve done, the simple answer would be…nothing. I have done nothing in regards to sexual intimacy both up top and down below. Unless showing one's genitals counts. But that was merely to lure desperate villainous people to my abode so I could remove them from existence. I was told I was quite handsome on earth so I used it to my advantage.” Alastor said with a small devious smirk.

 

Angel was dumbfounded. He’d expected him to be inexperienced based on what he’d experienced with him so far but…. Alastor was a virgin?!? Both up top and down below! It was practically scandalous! Not that there was anything wrong with bein a virgin but damn….the irony of giving that huge dick to someone who wasn’t interested in sex was just…..Incredible!!

 

Angel smiled brightly. Alastor was a virgin…so he could teach him everything! He was a blank canvas to be molded by him and him alone, what an honor! He couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was Al hung but he was also nice and funny, and sweet-

 

Stop it with this fuckin crush, he’s probably not even your soulmate, don’t get ya hopes up.

 

Alastor speaking broke through his thoughts. 

 

“As for your other question about ‘safe words’ and ‘colors’ I’m not quite sure what you mean I’m afraid.”

 

Angel had figured but he needed to know. 

 

“Ok well we’re gonna start usin those goin forward. I don’t wanna have ta guess if I’m doin somethin ya don’t like so a safe word is a word we’ll choose for ya that tells me to immediately stop what I’m doin. We use it for if our partner is doin something we’re uncomfortable with or if things are just getting real overwhelming and we want to stop.”

 

“Fa the colors, we use em like traffic lights. I’m sure you’re familiar with traffic lights, green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop. I tend ta use those a lot when filmin.” 

 

Not that they honor them most of the time. Angel thought angrily.

 

“If I’m not sure if you’d be comfortable with something I’ll ask for ya ‘Color’ first. You’d give me the color that tells me if it’s ok to go forward, if ya wanna slow down and do somethin else, or if ya wanna hard stop.”

 

Alastor mulled over this new information, it seemed like a logical system to put in place for them, him being as inexperienced as he was. This might make things easier for them going forward.

 

“That sounds perfect for our situation, mon Ange. I’m sure those will make things much more straightforward.” Al said with a smile.

 

Good, now they’d got that settled. They curled up by the fire in their armchairs talking about nonsensical things. 

 

A laughing fit broke out when they were discussing safe words. 

 

He’d told Al to use a word he would never use in the bedroom and he’d automatically said ‘Vox’. Angel had bust out in gales of laughter immediately, falling over in his armchair. Alastor looked on in amusement as he calmed down again. 

 

“Ya can’t use a name,” Angel said, still chuckling thinking about it, “especially that name.”

 

“And why not? You said to use something I would never use in the bedroom, I would never use that cretins name anywhere close to when I’m becoming intimate.”

 

This only caused Angel to start laughing again.

 

“Y-you Hahaha! You can’t use a name cause I might get the wrong idea!” 

 

Angel looked up at Alastor and watched as a confused look formed upon his face, he waited a few seconds and Alastor’s face suddenly blanched. Angel was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath. After he was finished wiping the tears from his eyes Alastor quickly backtracked his idea to use ‘Vox’ as a safe word.

 

“Alright now just think of a word that ya never use. Like fa me, my word is cabbage, my least favorite vegetable. It’s something I’d almost neva talk about in regular conversation and neva in bed. So whatcha got?”

 

“Hmm….perhaps the word ‘television’ might suffice?”

 

A loud snort startled him. 

 

Angel’s eyes widened as his hands flew to his mouth in embarrassment, his face tinged red. 

 

“I didn’t- that was- ya didn’t hear nothin Smiles…”

 

Alastor leaned closer to Angel, smirking, “I don’t know, I’m positive I heard something. Has your porcine pet come to join us?”

 

Angel laughed and said, “Ok fine…..I snorted, ya happy?…..anyway, of course you would choose that for ya safe word…” 

 

Angel shook his head at the nonplussed look on Al’s face.

 

Eventually the topic came back around to family when Alastor sneakily tried to ask what Angel had talked to his brother about while in the kitchen. 

 

He hadn’t really snooped, he’d just heard raised voices shouting out in italian and figured it must have been an interesting conversation.

 

Angel blushed at that.

 

So he did hear us, but only when we were yelling in Italian. 

 

Well at least he didn’t hear the otha stuff…

 

“Well it was nothin super important. I did find out he’s kinda a hypocrite but that ain’t new. But we buried the hatchet and he’s tryin ta be a better brother to me now, so that’s good.” Angel tried to gloss over the conversation as much as he could to avoid the actual subject of the call.

 

“It must be interesting to have siblings. I myself am an only child so I’ve never thought about sibling rivalries and all that. Did your parents end up down here as well?” Alastor was curious about Angel’s family. 

 

Were they good people? Did he have good relationships with them?

 

Angel smiled and said, “Only child eh? That makes a lot a sense, you were probably the apple of ya ma’s eye. Ya, we got sibling rivalries. My older brotha Arackniss can get on my nerves sometimes but underneath it all I know he loves me and wants what’s best fa me. Molly, my twin, oh, I know you’d love her. She’s a firecracker, she’s real smart and friendly, Charlie kinda reminds me of her a bit.” 

 

Remembering his sister, sadness flashed upon his face. Alastor saw it and asked in concern, “What’s wrong, mon Ange?”

 

“It’s nothin, I just- I miss my twin is all…”

 

“I thought you said earlier that she also lives in hell?” Alastor said, confused.

 

“Yah she does, I just can’t see her that often cause she lives with our pops. He don’t like me comin round much cause he hates me.”

 

Alastors confusion turned to stunned silence. 

 

“How could he hate you? What possible reason could one have to justify hating your children?” Alastor said in a supportive tone.

 

“Easy, cause I’m gay.”

 

The tension was thick in the room. Angel had been looking at his lap, dejected at his station in life. He didn’t care that his dad hated him. He really didn’t. He didn’t need that asshole but….he missed the fuck out of his twin. And Henroin kept her on a tight fuckin leash, despite the fact that she was an adult.

 

He looked up from his lap to Alastor. He was surprised to see Alastor clenching his teeth in an evil almost grimace, as if he’d seen something very distasteful. His hands were tearing into the arms of the chair, ripped upholstery hanging down.

 

What an absolute cad. What kind of hateful creature abandons their child just because they have a certain sexual orientation. 

 

Sure he might be a little biased but still it affected him greatly that this- this scoundrel would hurt his mate like that. And that it was still affecting him to this day by separating him from his loved ones.

 

He saw Angel’s look of surprise and tried to calm himself.

 

There will be plenty of time for anger later when I get out of this damned room and take revenge on Angel’s behalf.

 

When he suitably calmed himself he said, “Sorry about that, I see we have more in common than I thought. It caught me off guard…”

 

More in common….

 

“What? Like you got a bum dad too?” Angel laughed to lighten the mood.

 

“Actually yes, I think mine went more to extremes though but thankfully he was taken out of the picture and I could live peacefully with my mother.”

 

Well that sounds interesting… Angel thought.

 

“Would it be possible for ya ta tell me that story sometime? It sounds real interestin'.”

 

Alastor stared into the fire for a bit. 

 

At first Angel thought maybe he didn’t hear his question but then Alastor looked at Angel with just a hint of a smile on his face. The contemplative air around him turned solemn.

 

“I will, however…it is not a pleasant story. It is a tale of the origins of my ‘unique’ lifestyle, the happiest day of my life….and the worst.”

 

Angel’s eyes widened at the serious tone he used. 

 

He said quietly, “You don’t have ta tell me if it’s gonna hurt you, I was just curious.”

 

“No, it’s fine mon Ange. It might be…cathartic to be able to tell it to someone and get it out of my system. Old wounds and all that….”

 

Angel looked at him worried.

 

“I’ve…I’ve never actually said the story out loud before, you’ll be the first to hear it.” Alastor said in a small voice.

 

Angel gave him a small smile and said, “Well then I’m honored ya trust me enough ta let me hear it.”

 

You don’t know the half of it darling…

 

“Would you maybe want some comfort while tellin it? I could hold ya if ya want?”

 

“That sounds lovely, Angel.” Alastor said.

 

He snapped his fingers and their two armchairs morphed into a single loveseat in front of the fire.

 

They were now close enough for Angel to wrap his arms around Al’s middle and bring him back against his chest.

 

He opened his legs and Alastor slotted right between them, still lounging and gazing at the fire.

 

“Now as I said this has to do with the origins of my lifestyle, I suppose we can start from when I was a child…..”

 

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Chapter 6: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Summary:

This is honestly one of my favorite chapters and I'm so happy that y'all are finally going to be able to see it, please let me know what y'all think in the comments cause I even impressed my non hazbin liking friend with this shit XD

Thank you to everyone who reads this and the the note here, hopefully y'all like my try at angst lol

Trigger Warning:

Mentions of child abuse, domestic abuse, hateful speech against lgbtq+, gore, and violence, small mention of rape

 

Alastor had always felt like he didn’t belong. While other children were playing, holding hands, and generally communicating with each other, Alastor felt like he didn’t understand them.

 

He didn’t understand why the little boys would bring a girl a flower or why little girls would quickly run up to a boy and kiss his cheek.

 

He associated those kinds of kisses with the ones his mother would give him, so why would a complete stranger do so to another stranger.

 

He’d once asked his maman why the children at his school would do these things. She looked at him amused and said, “Well it’s cause they like each other, hun. You tellin me my big handsome Allie cat ain’t got a sweetheart at ya school?”

 

Her honeyed southern accent was smooth as she tickled him playfully when she answered his question.

 

He giggled but proceeded to shake his head no.

 

“Well that’s ok Al, baby. Sometimes ya get along with people and sometimes ya don’t. There will come a day when you find that special someone and you’ll just know it, mon petite cerf. Now why don’t you gimme a smile baby, ya know you’re never fully dressed without one.” She said wagging a finger in his face playfully.

 

He smiled brightly at his maman, familiar with this phrase of hers. She always knew it would cheer him up.

 

After their talk he helped his mother finish washing the dishes. He went to bed that night reassured that he wasn’t strange. That one day it would happen and he wouldn’t feel as alone.

 

As he grew, more people would notice his distaste of other children and his studious nature. They would notice he was more comfortable sitting under a tree reading a book. More comfortable sitting quietly and watching than talking or playing with the other children his age.

 

The other parents also noticed it, calling him abnormal for his lack of social skills.

 

He didn’t really care for anyone else other than his mother and he was fine with that.

 

His days were filled with going to and from school and when he got home enjoying time with his mother.

 

His mother taught him a number of things. How to dance, how to sew, how to cook her special creole dishes that had been passed down for generations. 

 

She taught him that good people protect those that can’t protect themselves. That it isn’t what’s on the outside that matters, for you can find beauty within a person regardless of how they look. She taught him that a gentleman will always open doors, pull out chairs, and carry things for a woman. Not because she’s helpless or unable but because he wants to show her that she is valuable and worthy of respect. Her life lessons molded him into a perfect little gentleman.

 

His father was another matter.

 

Out of some crazy misguided sense of duty or honor he had married the creole woman he had accidentally gotten pregnant.

 

He was a strict man who would drown his sorrows every night after work. He held a familiarity with his wife but his son was different. He was resentful of Alastor. He hated that he was all but tied down by a wife and child he’d never wanted but duty dictated he must provide for and take care of.

 

With Alastor he held no sense of love for his offspring, more so that he needed someone to carry on his name. He wanted to pass on the skills he thought pertinent to becoming a man so as not to embarrass his family name. So over the years he would proceed to teach Alastor to hunt, fish, and cook his Cajun dishes.

 

And if he didn’t do it exactly how his father wanted… he would get the belt.

 

Those moments alone with his father were some of his worst nightmares growing up. So much so that he would feel the need to hide if he heard him coming home.

 

By the time he turned 10, he didn’t have any friends and mostly kept to himself, head regularly stuck in a book. 

 

He had of course noticed the stares and whispers behind his back but he figured if he uttered a few pleasantries here and there they’d leave him alone.

 

It was quite odd to see a 10 year old child try to interact with another child as an adult would with another adult.

 

Of course there were those braver children that wanted to explore the enigma that was Alastor Patrice.

 

Alastor had noticed some of the children pairing off with the opposite sex. When asked by one of the little girls if he wanted to give her a kiss he gave a vehement no and tried to walk off.

 

The little girl, affronted that she had been rejected so succinctly, grabbed his hand and had pulled him to her so she could kiss him.

 

Outraged, Alastor broke her hold on him and pushed her down before her lips could get anywhere near him. The pain of the fall and the humiliation of her classmates seeing her rejected caused her to cry.

 

That night changed everything.

 

Hearing from the other fathers what his son had done made Alastor’s father feel ashamed and livid. Alastor had always been a disappointment but the thought of him being queer? That was the straw that broke the camel's back. It made him fly into a rage unlike any that had been seen before.

 

Over the years the beatings to Alastor had tapered down to just emotional abuse and Alastor had thanked his luck for it. That is…until he noticed his mother sporting black eyes and bruises on her body every now and then.

 

He was a child, but he wasn’t stupid.

 

He knew his father was abusing his mother, but he was too weak to do anything about it. He wanted to help his maman so badly but she would just tell him, “you just go on up to your room baby and cover your ears.”

 

Alastor got home that night and, fearing that someone had told his parents about the incident at school, hid outside the house. He had the perfect hiding place under one of the windows to the kitchen.

 

As he drew nearer to the window he saw it was slightly open to let in a draft.

 

He crouched under it and could hear slightly raised voices.

 

“You can’t be serious Jean…..he’s just a boy, he ain’t done nothin wrong…”

 

The Voice of his father cut through the silence. 

 

“Louise, the boy is abnormal and I won’t put up with it anymore! He don’t play with the other kids any and he ain’t never gonna be a man. When he gets home I’m gonna beat it outta him or die tryin, cause I ain’t doin this no more.”

 

A long stretch of silence filled the air. His mother spoke in hushed tones.

 

“Jean, I-I know you’re angry but surely you’re not gonna punish him for being himself, he’s our boy, our lovely little boy…just… if you’re gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me. Don’t take it out on him…”

 

Alastor felt a strong impulse to march in there so his father wouldn’t hurt his mother but stilled at the cold laugh that exuded from his father.

 

“Louise. I know you’re tryin to protect the boy, ya think I’m stupid? That I don’t know you’ve been covering for him this whole time? I shoulda listened to my instincts and drowned the brat when I first laid eyes on him. I knew he’d be nothin but trouble from the very beginning.”

 

Footsteps sounded, his father apparently walking across the kitchen.

 

He heard his mother gasp. He took a quick glance into the kitchen to see his father had placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder, both of them facing away from the window.

 

He could see his mother’s shoulders start to shake in silent sobs. His father patted her on the shoulder in a mocking attempt at comfort.

 

The next words were so quiet he had to strain to hear them.

 

“You know once we get rid of this one, I could always just make you a new one. This one will be better, I’m sure. We’ll make sure it’s normal.”

 

Alastor’s blood froze in his veins. He felt chilled to the bone and slid down the side of the house unseen.

 

Did his father mean to…to kill him?

 

His thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly heard a loud cry of anger and rapid footsteps in the kitchen.

 

He bounded up to the window, alarmed at the sudden noises.

 

He couldn’t see over the lip of the counter but he heard a struggle of limbs knocking things over from the floor and the vague sound of choking.

 

Scared for his mother, Alastor quickly got up and raced around the side of the house, aiming for the front door.

 

The door was stuck.

 

Even with his small 10 year old body he furiously bashed against the door fearing the worst for his mother.

 

Eventually the door gave way and he crashed through onto the carpet of their living room.

 

He scrambled himself up and raced to the kitchen.

 

When he entered, he stopped dead at the sight before him.

 

There sat his mother straddling his father, her hands around his neck and slowly moving them away.

 

He looked at his father’s face, cold dead eyes staring straight ahead, his skin pale.

 

His mother turned to look at him, fear in her eyes.

 

She whispered in a terrified voice, “I’m sorry baby…I’m sorry, I had to.”

 

She looked back at the father of her child, the fear falling from her face to be replaced by hatred.

 

“He was going to do….unspeakable things…I had to stop him, I had no choice.”

 

There was a pause as she stared into the lifeless eyes of her husband.

 

Alastor took this opportunity to cautiously walk over to his maman. He put his hand on her shoulder gently. She jumped and looked around wildly as if forgetting where she was for a moment.

 

She looked into her son's eyes and saw the gratitude and relief there. 

 

Her eyes teared up as she got up and brought her son into her arms, holding him tightly as she cried.

 

Alastor let his mother cry into his shoulder for a time, quietly watching the still form of his father over his mother’s shoulder. 

 

When she had calmed down sufficiently she got up and said, “Go on up to your room, mon petite cerf. I’m gonna take care of your father now.”

 

He wanted to protest but he saw the pleading look in her eyes at her request so he followed her directive.

 

He watched from his bedroom window as his mother dragged the body of his father out of their shack and over to the bayou. The corpse drifted into the water and Alastor watched with a strange interest as an alligator came up and dragged the body beneath the wavy surface. 

 

This was the start of his fascination with murder. It was by no means his mother’s fault. He might have discovered it on his own as he grew older, but the night certainly taught him a lesson of his own. There were bad people in this world, people like his father, who would cause pain and suffering to those around them. His mother had proven that you could end the suffering yourself if only you took the opportunity.

 

In the following weeks a few policemen came to their door looking for Jean Patrice as he hadn’t arrived for work and his boss was worried about him.

 

Louise told them that she hadn’t seen him, but that he’d probably done what he’d always threatened to do. Leave this godforsaken place and start elsewhere, fresh.

 

His friends from the bar corroborated her story that he always said that when he got drunk and they left it at that. The police had bigger fish to fry than a deadbeat dad who’d abandoned his family.

 

That taught Alastor another lesson. You could get away with murder if certain conditions were met.

 

Namely, no evidence, no witnesses, and an alibi.

 

After that day his life started to turn around for the better. No longer was he afraid to come home at night. No longer did he have to worry about being beaten for something as simple as being himself. No longer would he fear the looming presence of his father when spending time with his mother.

 

That was the start of the best years of his life.

 

As he made his way into his teenage years, his reading extended into historical books on serial killers, murderers, the justice system, and anything he was able to get his hands on dealing with anatomy.

 

His curiosity grew on the subject of cannibalism. He’d read about some serial killers eating their victims and it intrigued him. He figured if and when the time came, he might have to look into that avenue of meat gathering.

 

As he got older he realized he must make some sort of contribution to the household to ease his mother’s burdens.

 

He started looking into the new world of radio broadcasting. He’d been told he had a natural performing voice and with its emergence as the best new form of entertainment, he couldn’t pass up the chance to become involved.

 

After graduating high school he decided to change his name to his mother’s maiden name and became Alastor Levesque. He was sure his father would have been furious to find out his family name died out with him, which was just as well for Alastor. That man did not deserve any further recognition from him, even after his death…

 

He proceeded to get his first job as a junior radio host at the age of 18, just out of High school.

 

He managed to perfect a transatlantic voice over his time working as the junior host. His fellow performers were the ones that had suggested he lose his natural New Orleans accent in favor of something befitting the sound of radio.

 

From there the sky was the limit, his popularity skyrocketing with his wacky antics on air. This newcomer from New Orleans with the wonderful transatlantic accent, positive attitude, and wacky commentary hit the south by storm.

 

He was promoted from junior to lead broadcaster within the next couple of years.

 

During those years however he craved a new form of entertainment.

 

One he’d experienced in a small capacity, that fateful night all those years ago.

 

He didn’t go for just anyone, oh no, he was meticulous about his first victim. He wanted it to be someone who deserved it tenfold.

 

One day when walking home from work, he came across a man in an alley waking away from a corpse.

 

Alastor had quickly hid around a corner until the man left and walked up to the woman left on the ground.

 

She was dead and looked like she’d been beaten to death…after having been taken advantage of.

 

He followed the man to his home that night.

 

Over the next couple of days he made sure the man had no friends or family that would come looking for him if he was missing. He then checked to see when the man would next be home alone. 

 

When he found a day that the man would be home and not expected back to work for the next week, he made his move.

 

Alastor had found that the defiled and slain woman had been a simple housewife on her way back from the grocery. She’d had a husband and child that would never see her again because of this vermin.

 

He greatly enjoyed hearing the muffled screams of agony from his victim when he flayed his skin. He loved to watch the man's eyes roll back into his head with every fingernail he plucked from the man's hands. And finally to hear the gurgle of life leaving his body as he choked on his own blood when he cut his throat. 

 

It was a wonderful learning experience for him. He thought he might feel bad after committing such a heinous crime but no, he felt vindicated, ecstatic even. That little voice in his head even congratulated him on a job well done, albeit that voice wasn’t the best source to go off of since it was usually trying to convince him to do worse things…thankfully he was brought up well by his mother and her life lessons.

 

As he gathered up his victim, he thought this was probably one of the only times he was thankful to his father, for having taught him how to hunt and therefore bleed an animal.

 

He knew which cuts to take that might be the best to eat and quickly removed them from the body. He wrapped them up and stored them in a sack to take home.

 

They wouldn’t find what was left of the body for many decades…

 

After that first taste of blood he was hooked.

 

He spent a great amount of time learning about anatomy from textbooks and from carving up any victims he might procure. 

 

He also took the opportunity to dabble a bit in the practices of Voodoo.

 

His mother had teased him over the years that her side of the family had some voodoo priestesses in it and surely he’d see some ghoulie ghoul some spooky night. He’d been intrigued so he’d read up on the subject. He’d even taken to doing small rituals during or before slaking his bloodlust, not that anything ever came from it, but it just felt…right.

 

With his new favorite hobby of murder, he was very particular about who to target, choosing his victims wisely so no one would come looking for them.

 

Most villains didn’t have friends after all.

 

He relished being able to rid the world of these terrible individuals who deserved his special form of justice. He was sometimes curious if his luck would ever run out, if karma was real and what he was doing would ultimately backfire on him in the end. However he decided to be careful and never left a trace of what happened. He also made sure the spacing between his killings was far and few.

 

Before he knew it ten years had passed.

 

It was 1932 and he was now the lead radio host of his own variety radio show. 

 

The Great Depression had hit everyone hard but it seemed the jovial nature of his show gave people some semblance of normalcy to their lives. So much so that he was one of the few able to retain his job when so many others had lost theirs.

 

Of course it hadn’t hit the Levesque family as hard as one might think. Food was scarce for most, but not for Alastor with his secret obsession.

 

It was quite amusing that the name the press had given him had fit so well. Honestly, The “Bayou Butcher'' had a very nice ring to it and in most instances he was a butcher, mostly when food was running low. He hadn’t meant to leave the carcasses at first, it had been an accident the first time as he had to leave quite quickly because of an unexpected guest. But, after that first taste of infamy with no repercussions, he saw no reason to hide his leftovers. 

 

It certainly made for good news stories at work. As he was able to talk about himself on the radio, with no one being the wiser.

 

He’d felt guilty at first bringing his “hunting kills” to his mother to use in her creole recipes, but after no adverse effects and no complaints on her part, he decided needs must.

 

After all, most of the country was starving. It was not wise to reject perfectly good meat…

 

With the scarcity of food, he had picked up on his killing. As well as feeding them, the “hunting” gave new excitement to his life. So many people the world needed to be rid of, so little time.

 

With every kill he added to his count he got more and more skilled at his hobby. There were very few moments he actually felt threatened by anyone he might choose as a target.

 

Why just the other day he’d had a woman who posed as a kindly woman looking to adopt orphans out of the goodness of her heart. In reality, she would take the child to be sold off into prostitution, the younger the better. 

 

She’d put up a fight to be sure, she even had the advantage of having a loaded pistol with her when she attempted to lose him in the woods. But she’d overestimated her shooting skills and underestimated how quick and deadly he was.

 

He’d had a very nice time showing her just how powerless she was in front of his carving knife. 

 

All in all, he was rather content with his life.

 

So how could it all go so wrong…

 

It had been a cool October evening. He had just gotten off work and decided it was the perfect time to go after another lowlife he’d been watching for awhile. 

 

The man’s name was Gerald and he had a mile long list of vile disgusting acts that would be avenged if he had anything to say about it.

 

It was the perfect time to strike as the man himself was a hunter and had decided to hunt in the woods not far off from Alastor’s home.

 

Alastor had made sure his mother would be out visiting her friends first before planning out his hunting expedition.

 

When he arrived home he made sure his mother had left already and headed out with his trusty carving knife and a hunting knife hidden in his boot.

 

He’d gotten very good at subduing people over the years and this was no different. Alastor didn’t know why this guy was even hunting, he had the stealth of an elephant traipsing through a pile of loaded mousetraps.

 

Once he was sure the man was preoccupied with looking through his rifle scope he crept up behind him and bashed him in the head with the handle of his knife, knocking him out cold.

 

Alastor picked up the body and started the laborious trek back to his house, tossing the hunters rifle into a nearby pond.

 

He won’t be needing that ever again. Alastor thought with a sadistic grin.

 

He was nearly home, merely yards away from his front porch. So confident was he in his skills that he failed to realize the man's breathing had picked up, indicating he was waking up.

 

Alastor was suddenly kicked in the stomach by the man over his shoulder and he dropped him to the ground behind him, air leaving his lungs for a moment.

 

Although it startled him it wasn’t unheard of for one of his victims to get out of his grasp momentarily. Alastor turned around and looked down at the man fearfully scrambling on the ground looking for his rifle.

 

The man looked back up at this captor and gaped at the crazed smile on his face. 

 

“Looking for something?” Alastor drawled, taunting him.

 

“You won’t find your rifle anywhere near here, it’s just you, me, and my knife.”

 

Alastor took out his carving knife, rubbing his finger along the long sharp blade in anticipation of what would come next.

 

The man suddenly reached behind himself and took out his own hunting knife, holding it in front of him shakily.

 

He wobbled to his feet, eyes darting back and forth frantically looking for anyone else who could help him.

 

Alastor cursed himself for not checking the man’s pockets beforehand. 

 

Oh well, he doesn’t look like he’ll be good with it so it won’t matter anyway.

 

Alastor smiled at the man's gumption. 

 

“What are you going to do with that? Are you going to stab me? I’d like to see you try.” 

 

Alastor knew he could easily overpower him if he got close enough and it seemed the man knew it too.

 

The man’s eyes widened in ferocity as he threw the knife as hard as he could towards Alastor.

 

Alastor sidestepped it easily and was about to taunt him for throwing away his only weapon when he heard a noise behind him.

 

He heard a sharp intake of breath.

 

He froze, his eyes widening as he turned around slowly to face his front porch.

 

There stood his mother, looking down toward the knife protruding from her chest. A red spot rapidly blooming on her favorite yellow summer dress.

 

“Alastor?” She questioned quietly before she collapsed.

 

Time stood still.

 

Alastor’s eyes were frozen on the form of his mother crumpled upon the porch in front of him. 

 

He could hear his heartbeat thudding loudly in his ears. He couldn’t breathe. He drew in a shaky breath, waiting for the dream to go away, waiting for some sign it was time to wake up.

 

The silence was shattered by rustling behind him.

 

The man who had thrown the knife… that man had been trying to inch his way toward the forest in Alastor’s distracted state.

 

With a roar of anguished fury, Alastor leapt forward and delivered a punch so hard he felt the man’s jaw dislocate.

 

Before the man could even hit the ground, Alastor had run up the steps to his porch to try to help his mother.

 

“Maman? Please maman, speak to me, are you ok?”

 

Alastor frantically looked over the entry point of the knife. 

 

M- Maybe….it didn’t hit any vital organs…. Maybe I can just pull it out and stitch it up…. I’ve practiced on corpses before, this will be no different.

 

Alastor put his hand on his mother’s pulse point and could feel a sluggish heartbeat.

 

His mother’s eyes fluttered open and she coughed harshly.

 

“A-Alastor? Wha- what happened baby?”

 

She weakly lifted her hand to his cheek to brush away the tears he hadn’t known were streaming down his face.

 

“It’s ok maman, everything will be fine… I-I can… I’ll fix you up in a jiffy, don’t you worry.”

 

As Alastor moved some of his mother’s clothes to be able to see the wound better, his mother coughed roughly into her hand.

 

Her hand came away from her mouth, stained red.

 

Alastor stared at the blood seeping between his mother’s fingers.

 

Mon dieu…she’s coughing up blood. It hit her lung.

 

I don’t know how to fix a lung. I’m a butcher not a doctor.

 

Alastor’s eyes grew wide and haunted, filled with tears at the realization that he wouldn’t be able to help his mother.

 

He couldn’t move her, he couldn’t pull out the knife, there was nothing he could do without killing her faster and they were miles away from the nearest hospital.

 

A cold hand pressed to his cheek and his tortured gaze turned to his feeble mother.

 

Tears fell in rivulets down his face as he said, “I’m so sorry maman… this.. this is all my fault. I’m so sorry for this, this wasn’t supposed to happen…”

 

He wept quietly while she stroked his hair lovingly, as if trying to memorize it.

 

“Shhh it’s ok baby, I don’t blame you. I would never blame you. I love you so much, mon petite cerf.”

 

She smiled softly as tears rolled down the sides of her face.

 

Alastor took her chilled hands in his, despair etched upon his face.

 

“I’m sorry I failed you Alastor, this is my fault. If I had protected you better from your father this never would have happened.”

 

Alastor was stunned.

 

She blames herself for this…

 

“I’m so…sorry our time has been cut short but…know that I love you Alastor. I will always love you… my little.. buck…”

 

Her hands fell limp in his.

 

“No……..NO! No maman! Please God no! It wasn’t you, it was me! I’m to blame! I was an arrogant fool! It was never you!”

 

“You’re the only good thing in my life! Please maman! Please, you can’t leave me!”

Only a cold dreaded silence met his words.

 

His head fell forward upon her lifeless body, inconsolable as he wept for his mother.

 

He gently gathered her in his arms as he mourned. He rocked back and forth like she had with him when he was a child and he’d had a nightmare.

 

He would never hear her sweet laughter again. He’d never tell her about his day at work or watch the wildlife while eating beignets with her again.

 

She was gone…

 

After his tears had run dry he gently lifted her and brought her to her bedroom. As he lay her down he gently put a hand to her face to lower her eyelids over her dull lifeless eyes.

 

He’d have to make a coffin. He wanted to make sure his mother was taken care of above all else.

 

He heard groaning downstairs and he felt something shatter inside of him, like a dam had finally broken and the waves of anguished pain were finally set free.

 

The Rage within him spiraled quickly to the nearest outlet, which happened to be his mother’s killer.

 

Alastor felt a darkness rise up in him that night and every night thereafter.

 

The police were baffled by the body they found a week later. The corpse was eviscerated down to the bone, making identifying the victim impossible. The police figured one thing though…whoever it had been must have had a very slow and painful death.

 

After that fateful day, Alastor felt a coldness seep into his heart. He put on a facade for the public but inside he felt monotonous.

 

He asked god and any other deity listening to take him instead of his beloved mother but obviously nothing had happened.

 

He was depressed for a long while. He wouldn’t let it show in his work, he was a professional after all, but he felt as if there was no purpose to life now.

 

On the eve of his mother’s death anniversary he decided he wanted to feel something. Something other than sadness, so he decided he would start killing again.

 

It had been a full year since he’d done so and this decision turned out to be the 2nd worst mistake of his life.

 

Maybe it was the liquor he’d been drinking to dull himself from the pain of remembering. Maybe it was the inaccurate aim with his knife that allowed his victim to scream. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. But that hunter had seen and heard everything and by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

 

The hounds chased him through the swamp, biting at his ankles. He finally got his wish, he finally felt something other than sadness..…fear.

 

He lay bleeding on the ground, teeth ripping into his torso and arms. The pain was dulling, the cold caress of death spreading throughout his body. He only wanted to remember his mother now. He looked up into the eyes of the lawman, a manic smile upon his face.

 

“Why are you smiling freak?!?”

 

Alastor, drunk and woozy from blood loss, stared up at him and menacingly drawled out, “You’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

 

Unnerved, the lawman pointed his gun at the maniac's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Notes:

Translations:

maman- mama
mon petite cerf- my little buck

Chapter 7: Recognition

Summary:

I just couldn’t help myself…😂

Welp no one but akire said anything on Twitter so I guess I’m blueballing y’all for two weeks 🤣🤣🤣 sorry in advance :3 😈

As a side note, I’m absolutely thrilled to see people are liking the story so far 😆 y’all let me know what y’all think of this next chapter in the comments if it pleases you 😋❤️

“My mother was a saint… she- she didn’t deserve to die like that, least of all because of her foolhardy son…”

 

It felt good to have someone else know his story, even if it had been painful to think about it again.

 

He waited for Angel to say something. To agree, to disagree, anything really. But only silence met him. 

 

He turned around in his companions arms and looked up to see silent tears falling down his mate's face, his normal cocky grin nowhere to be seen.

 

The empathy was clear to see in his beautiful heterochromic gaze. 

 

“Sorry fa the waterworks, Al,” Angel said, lifting his hand to wipe away his tears. 

 

“But I think you’re wrong.”

 

Angel spoke softly but with conviction, needing Alastor to understand exactly what he was saying.

 

“Sure, ya made a mistake, but humans do that. If ya wanted proof that you’re a living breathin human bein then I can’t think of anythin betta than that.”

 

Angel paused for a moment wanting to convey how important his next words were. 

 

“……I also don’t think ya ma would have wanted ya ta beat yourself up about it. It sounds like she loved you so much that she was just about willin to do anything fa you. I don’t know ya ma but I just feel like she wouldn’t want you ta waste away blamin ya self for an accident. Ya gotta learn ta fagive yaself and try and live…..well…you know what I mean.” Angel said with a wet chuckle. 

 

Angel didn’t like that Alastor blamed himself for everything. It wasn’t healthy to take that sort of responsibility for something when it was an accident. He was sure Alastor had been torturing himself with the information for decades if not his whole afterlife. Maybe that’s why he was so aloof all the time, he’d just come to not care about anything for fear of losing it like he had his mother.

 

Alastor shifted forward slightly and put his arms around Angel squeezing lightly. 

 

“My…mother used to hug me when I was feeling sad. Is….this acceptable? I haven’t really done this since she passed…”

 

Angel's eyes widened at the embrace, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks as he gazed softly down at the buck and returned the gesture. A small content smile crept onto his face at the warmth spreading throughout his body from their hug.

 

“It’s fine Smiles, this kinda thing is always welcome.”

 

They continued holding each other in front of the fire, Alastor absentmindedly stroking Angel’s back as he watched the flickering flames.

 

There was something nagging Angel in the back of his mind as he stared into the fire. He wanted to ask Alastor but he wasn’t sure if he’d be comfortable answering or even hearing the question. It wouldn’t leave his mind however so he decided to just spit it out.

 

“Ya don’t have ta answer or nothin if ya don’t want to…” Angel muttered out tentatively over the sounds of crackling fire, “but I was just curious… have ya seen ya ma since ya came down here?”

 

Alastor’s eyes widened momentarily before turning somber.

 

Angel pushed on when he didn’t get a response, ”It just seems like she was a real good lady…a good mom, and I would think she would love ta see ya if she were down here…”

 

Alastor was quiet for a moment, contemplative stare boring into the fire.

 

After some hesitation he finally spoke, “I do not know if my mother is here……I’ve never tried to find her.”

 

Angel looked at Alastor, worried. His concern for the deer was easy to see etched upon his face, yet he carried on. 

 

“But why not?” He said in a quiet voice.

 

Alastor sighed dolefully and said, “I’m too ashamed of what I’ve done… she died because of me. There is nothing that I could do that could atone for that sin.…Besides, she was a saint of a woman. If there is any sort of justice at all in the world, she’ll be in heaven where she belongs, just as I belong here in hell.”

 

Angel could hear the sadness in Alastor’s voice and decided to drop the topic for now. He’d say his piece and that would be it.

 

“Well….if my ma were here, I’d give anything ta see her again, just sayin….”

 

Alastor sympathized with Angel, he really did, but the time for searching for his mother was long gone. Even if she had been here, it had been almost 9 decades since she’d passed. There was no telling if she had survived all that time. 

 

It was better to believe that she was in heaven being the woman she was meant to be. 

 

And on that last note the sound of many swishing bags met their ears and Alastor could smell another male approaching.

 

His eyes glowed as he clutched fiercely to Angel. He got up and trapped Angel underneath him as he looked back towards the door snarling at any interlopers who might challenge him for his mate.

 

Angel, meanwhile, was having the time of his life.

 

After the end of their little heart to heart suddenly his face was full of Alastor’s chest as he pushed him down into the sofa, stood up and straddled him as he snarled at the door behind them.

 

Fuck.

 

Don’t think dirty thoughts. Don’t think dirty thoughts. Don’t think dirty thoughts.

 

It wasn’t working that well but he had to at least try to calm his awakening erection with Alastor straddling him and getting all possessive. 

 

Fuckin Christ why is that such a turn on?

 

Luckily the thud of bags being set down sounded outside the door and the telltale footsteps were heard walking away.

 

Alastor’s eyes dimmed back to their regular red as the threat left. 

 

He suddenly realized he was on top of Angel's lap and something semi hard was poking him in the thigh.

 

“Oh! M-My apologies Angel! I know I sound like a broken record HA! But it seems this keeps happening doesn’t it…” Alastor trailed off, embarrassed.

 

Angel’s eyes hooded as he grinned seductively up at Alastor. He wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck and said, “I’m totally fine with it Smiles, unless you don’t like it…?” 

 

Alastor flushed and said, “No…I don’t mind this.” 

 

Before Angel could even think about doing something fun with this position, Alastor got up and marched over to the door to get the groceries Husk had brought.

 

Angel groused to himself on the couch, grumpy he hadn’t been able to do anything before Al got up.

 

He sighed, mourning his loss, and got up to follow the buck into the kitchen where he had started laying out ingredients for them to cook with.

 

“What’re we makin?” Angel said curious of the different ingredients being piled upon the counter.

 

“I haven’t yet introduced you to my mother’s famous gumbo so I suppose you might be amenable to that, yes?” Alastor said with a suave smile.

 

Angel smiled and said, “Well if it’s anythin like her jambalaya then I’m sure it’s gonna be fuckin good.”

 

Angel and Alastor then got to work preparing the ingredients.

 

Angel had a way with the knives in the kitchen like he’d never seen before.

 

Alastor was in awe as he watched Angel chop the celery, bell peppers, onions, and parsley simultaneously while he was working on making the roux.

 

What a wonder he was, it seemed like Alastor learned new things about him every day. It made his heart swell, thinking how lovely Angel looked while enjoying the simple task of chopping vegetables.

 

After he was done making the roux he got to work browning the sausage while he instructed Angel to put a large pot on and fill it with the strong chicken stock Husk had brought.

 

Although it took a bit longer than they wanted, once they finished putting everything together they each had a nice big plate full of rice with a generous helping of gumbo slathered on top.

 

Angel took his first bite and moaned his approval.

 

Alastor who had been hungrily eyeing his food quickly darted his eyes up at the sound.

 

The smell of jambalaya and beignets was stronger than ever. Adding the scent of their freshly made gumbo, he could swear he was back home in New Orleans waiting for his maman to finish supper.

 

He pictured himself going around their small dinner table and bending Angel over it to dine on him instead. The Fire in his belly was heating up but he resisted for now, he couldn’t let all their hard work go to waste.

 

After they finished dinner, Alastor pondered how to ask Angel if he could remove his gloves. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable but they were impeding his progress quite a lot now. Maybe Angel wouldn’t feel the same but he wanted to know sooner rather than later.

 

They both moved into the bedroom and Angel sat on the bed looking at the buck who was deep in thought.

 

“Somethin on ya mind Al? Ya know I’m a good listener if ya wanna talk.”

 

Alastor sat on the bed beside him worrying how Angel might take his request. 

 

“When we first started this, you said ‘skin to skin’ might feel better….would it be possible to try that now?”

 

Angel was taken aback at the request.

 

He wants me ta touch him? Without my gloves?

 

Angel jumped up in excitement, whooping loudly into the air as he turned and straddled Al’s lap.

 

“Hell yah we can try it! I’ve been waitin for you ta ask me foreva!

 

Angel toned down his glee at the startled look on Al’s face. Maybe jumping his bones immediately wasn’t a good idea.

 

“What’s ya color, Al?”

 

Al’s brow furrowed in confusion, his upper half confused while his lower half was very interested in what was seated atop it. It was quite hard to think with all his blood rushing to his nether regions.

 

“Color…? Oh! Yes! Uh- green?”

 

Angel beamed, he could keep going!

 

From his position straddling Al, his face was mere inches from his own.

 

He wanted very badly to kiss him.

 

Which was crazy. He didn’t kiss clients. He shouldn’t kiss clients. Kissing was the sort of thing that led to silly problems like feelings. And he couldn’t have those.

 

But… Al wasn’t really a client, not really. He just paid off Val to get him to leave them alone. And he had to admit… he really REALLY wanted to kiss him.

It just felt… right.

 

But Al was so shy and skittish to touch. He didn’t want to push him. Would he even want to?

 

Maybe…maybe he’d be ok with it.

 

“Hey Al?” Angel said breathily.

 

Alastor was staring at Angel's lips, mesmerized at how close they were.

 

“Yes, mon Ange?” Alastor murmured, distracted by those enticing lips.

 

Angel swallowed and briefly licked his lips, Al’s eyes tracking the movement longingly.

 

“Could I maybe….if it’s ok….Can I kiss you?” Angel whispered pleadingly, moving his head forward to rest his forehead against Al’s.

 

“Yes,” Alastor breathed out as he closed the distance between them and took Angel's lips with his own gently.

 

The soft caress of their lips being brought together sent a surge of gardenia and cannolis straight into his mind.

 

He moaned at the scent that filled his senses, it was so heady, so lovely, so much like…home.

 

Alastor took Angel’s moan as an open invitation to tentatively lick inside the warm cavern of Angel's mouth.

 

Fuuuuuuck Al’s frenchin me… and it’s so fucking hot…

 

Angel was so overwhelmed with all the things happening that he didn’t realize when their positions suddenly switched. Alastor was above him cradling his head with the utmost care while he moved his lips over his Angel’s again and again. 

 

Alastor had never felt such a feeling before, to be robbed of precious air and yet yearn for more. He felt starved, like he’d never sate the steadily growing hunger in him unless he devoured the pleasured gasps and moans that trickled out of the man beneath him. The feeling of Angel’s eagerly supple lips meeting his own between heated breaths was scorching him within. Sparks ran through him, making his head dizzy and his groin ache. His own dexterous tongue was exploring the new terrain of Angel’s mouth, dancing along Angel’s as they both moaned their appreciation.

 

The sounds of wet smacking and soft hitching gasps could be heard in the room as well as tiny moans and whimpers from Angel whenever Al managed to surprise him with an errant swipe of his tongue against his soft, pliant lips.

 

Angel raised his hands to run them through the hair on the back of Alastor’s head.

 

He felt lightheaded, Alastor’s tongue was twisting with his own in a facsimile of what he wanted to do to Angel’s body. 

 

Angel gently carded his fingers through Al’s hair, moving his lips recklessly against his as he pulled back and mischievously tugged a bit of Al’s bottom lip with him.

 

Alastor growled at the playful tug. He needed to capture those lips again. As he moved forward he remembered they were going to take off their gloves tonight. He sat up and pointedly looked down at Angel as he pulled his gloves off his own hands and threw them across the room.

 

Angel realized he’d never seen Alastor without gloves on before. He never would have guessed that Al’s hands were pure black. The tan of his skin ended right after the elbow and got progressively darker until it stopped at his black pointed fingers.

 

He looked like a real bonafide demon with those hands and the razor sharp claws. He hoped Al could somehow declaw himself otherwise he’d be in a lot of pain during the next couple of weeks.

 

He saw Al looking at him expectantly and realized he was waiting for him to remove his gloves as well.

 

Even though the kiss was pretty telling he wouldn’t believe it fully that Al was his soulmate until he touched him with his hands.

 

He shakily removed the gloves on all four of his hands and tentatively reached out to hold Al’s face.

 

Just like that, all hell broke loose.

 

His senses were absolutely drenched with the smell of his mother’s favorite flower and his favorite dessert, as well as a scent that was all Al. It smelled like the woods. Deep and earthy, with a hint of spice. It was so exceedingly…Alastor.

 

He realized with that touch it was confirmed. 

 

Alastor was his soulmate.

 

Angel wanted to be happy, he really did…

 

But all Angel could think of was what would happen if he gave in now and how much more it would hurt when he had to go back to Valentino. 

 

Alastor watched the various emotions flitting across his mate's face in the span of a few seconds after they touched.

 

Either Alastor smelled very very good, or very bad.

 

Judging by the tears filling Angel’s eyes, things were not looking so good…

 

Alastor bent down and held Angel’s face in his hands, “What is wrong, mon ange? Did I do something wrong?”

 

Angel shook his head, sniffling as he let his sorrow fill him.

 

“Do I perhaps… smell bad?”

 

Alastor mentally prayed that wasn’t the case.

 

Angel shook his head again in the negative.

“No, ya actually smell really really good.”

 

Alastor started to inwardly jump for joy until his mate started sobbing.

 

Alastor worriedly gathered Angel into his arms and let him cry into his chest.

 

“Then why are you crying, my dear? Please tell me so I may fix it,” Alastor said gently.

 

“Ya can’t fix this, I fucked myself ova years ago and now I’m payin for it in the worst possible way.”

 

Alastor hated to hear Angel so forlorn. He wasn’t sure why he was so saddened by the news. He figured Angel probably now realized what they were, so maybe if he fully confessed, maybe Angel would give them a chance…

 

“I…have something to confess, mon Ange…” Alastor said as he caressed Angel’s hair softly.

 

“I was lying when I agreed that I picked you because of your skill set…..I’ve been lying this whole time. I didn’t want to scare you off…or have you reject me so quickly, but I feel like now is the right time.”

 

“This is the first time in my 8 decades of being down here that I’ve truly experienced all facets of my rut. I had avoided all of the instincts before now using my blood lust to quench them. But I’ve discovered that I have found a mate, my perfect mate... you . That is why I grabbed you that day… my instincts ran rabid when I saw you run away from me. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t ignore them when you were out in the open with everyone else.”

 

“I know this is probably unexpected but this smell coming so strongly from you means something. I’ve already come to admire you greatly just from spending time with you. I wonder if you might give me a chance to get to know you and see if things can work out between us. I’m not very adept at emotional or physical intimacy but I’d like to learn...with you.”

 

Alastor’s fumbled explanation and proposal to start courting or “dating” trailed off as he nervously looked down to see what Angel’s reaction would be to it.

 

Angel’s tears had dried and he looked amused but also slightly affronted.

 

“Ya knew this whole time I was ya soulmate and ya let me believe it was cause I was really good at sex??” Angel said in mock indignation.

 

Alastor let out a flurry of frantic apologies, not wanting to upset his mate. Angel chuckled weakly at Alastor’s frenzied atonement.

 

“I ain’t mad at ya, it’s just, I’m…...thrilled, but also terrified at the same time. I just realized you’re my soulmate too and I don’t wanna fuck anything up…I guess that doesn’t make much sense…”

 

Alastor hugged Angel to him tighter, “Not at all, it makes perfect sense. I understand the fear of new things quite clearly, I just hope that you’ll give us a chance to begin. I would very much like to get to know you, cher .”

 

Angel’s hair puffed up at the sudden southern accent Alastor put on.

 

“You got a southern accent??!”

 

“Well of course, I am from New Orleans after all, Sha ,” Alastor said with a smirk.

 

Alastor smiled and moved forward to give Angel a sweet kiss. Their lips danced briefly, breath intermingling. Alastor nibbled Angel’s lip and he whimpered, rubbing his thighs together in need. Alastor reached down and brushed a palm against Angel’s erection through his clothes. 

 

Angel's eyes suddenly widened as he pushed Al away from him.

 

He breathed heavily from their make out session and Alastor looked pained at the sudden withdrawal.

 

What had he done wrong?

 

Angel saw the hurt look on his face and his heart wrenched, “It ain’t you, I swear! It’s just…fa me…when spider demons find their mate they mate fa life and….I didn’t wanna force ya ta stick with me if ya didn’t know. We’re too raw right now to decide if we wanna try this so…would it be ok ta do small things tonight instead and decide in the morning?” 

 

Alastor aggressively nodded at that, anything to be able to hold Angel in his arms again.

 

“Of course, mon Ange. Anything you desire.”

 

Angel smiled weakly, he’d been worried Al would have been mad, but he’d been so understanding so far and now just felt silly the thought had even crossed his mind. He closed his eyes as he moved in for a kiss, enfolding himself in Alastor’s embrace once more.

 

I don’t know what’s gonna happen with Val if I go through with this, but I’d be pretty fuckin stupid to pass up this chance now…it’s like the movies say…it’s betta to have loved and lost than neva to have loved at all…not that I’m in love……

 

Alastor whispered French phrases he didn’t know the meaning of in between kisses. 

 

“Je veux que ça fonctionne entre nous, ma biche. Je ferai tous pour que tu nous donne une chance.”

 

Angel smiled at the sweet nothings while Alastor’s lips caressed his own. He felt drowsy as he buried further into Alastor’s chest.

 

“Peut-être es-tu celui dont ma mère m'a parlé...”

 

His whispered voice carried over into Angel's dreams as he fell into a peaceful slumber.

Notes:

We’ve done it people, they finally know! BUT what’s to come next I wonder :3 guess you’ll have to wait and see! ❤️

Translations:

“Je veux que ça fonctionne entre nous, ma biche. Je ferai tous pour que tu nous donne une chance.” = I want us to work, my doe. I'll do anything to make sure you give us a chance.

 

“Peut-être es-tu celui dont ma mère m'a parlé...” = Maybe you are the one my mother spoke of…

Chapter 8: Consummation

Summary:

OK so here's what you have all been waiting for,
just a heads up I'm going to have to space these next chapters out better cause I only have like 4 more chapters prepared and I'm trying not to screw myself with posting them too close together so I can write more lol

Big thanks to all those that encourage me to write so much, especially those I've thanked in previous chapters and people I haven't yet like my good friend Azure129 who is an absolute treasure of an individual and a fantastic writer and so many others! :)

Thank you to @kalico_of_doom on twitter for being so excited for this next chapter, anyone who doesn't already follow her you definitely should cause she's an AMAZING Artist! <3

With that said I hope y'all enjoy and please lmk what y'all think in the comments ☺️

Day 4

 

Dawn came swiftly and with it far more intense feelings than he could deal with so early in the morning. 

 

The beast was raging within him. It felt like it had finally broken out of its cage at last night’s revelations and had only paused because his mate was distressed.

 

But now…

 

Today was a new day and it wanted to finally claim the unclaimed sleeping doe in his arms.

 

Alastor’s eyes started to glow as his instincts took hold, his antlers branching out as he clutched the man sleeping within his embrace.

 

He started breathing in that tempting scent, huffing into Angel's tousled hair with each intake of air.

 

His sleeping beauty was starting to stir from the activity and he gently ran his hands down his figure, drifting his fingertips along his lovely curves and sensitive areas of his body.

 

A breathy whimper was heard as Angel started to wake up more from the light touches bestowed upon him. Angel had thought he was having a really good dream at first but instead found Alastor’s roaming hands stirring up his eager body, unseen flames dancing along the path of Alastor’s fingertips, feeding the burning fire awakening inside of him. There were plenty of times Angel had dreamed of finally doing something like this to Al and here it turned out he was on the receiving end first, not that he minded.

 

Angel startled as the snap of fingers was heard and both of their clothes suddenly vanished.

 

Alastor wanted to caress every inch of his mate's body, worshiping it with his hands, lips, and tongue until he begged him to take him. But he was feeling hotter with each second that passed, so time was of the essence. 

 

He climbed on top of Angel, kicking the blankets off their still warm figures. A slight tremor went through Angel at the cold air hitting his sensitive body, as well as the predatory look Alastor was giving him. Al continued stroking any part of him he could reach as he gently took hold of his chin to claim his lips once more. 

 

What started out as a gentle soothing kiss soon grew into a raging inferno as Alastor coaxed the most lovely sounds out of him. Tongues stroked along each other and breathy moans escaped into the other's mouth as Alastor held him possessively.

 

When the kiss finally broke and Angel gazed into the glowing red eyes of his buck he gasped, “This ain’t a dream right? Like we’re actually doin this?”

 

Alastor made his way down Angel's body, nipping and marking his skin. Angel shivered at the sensation and the territorial look in Alastor’s eyes. He looked like a ravenous animal, and Angel was his main course.

 

“If by this you mean ’making love’ then yes, we are actually doing ‘this’. However, if you have any qualms, any doubts, any sort of uncertainty about it, now is the time to say it as I am still lucid right now and it will be incredibly hard to cage the beast again once I’ve started.”

 

Angel felt…stuck. He wanted to give in and finally give himself something for once. He wanted a mate. A nice, kind, funny, smart mate…like Alastor, but he knew it wouldn’t cancel out his contract and he didn’t want to hurt anyone…

 

Whether that be by having to reject Alastor to save him or having to reject him to save himself. 

 

He’d never had anything, or anyone to claim as his own, never. 

 

Impulsive as always, he did the first thing that came to mind. His usual response in the face of temptation was to indulge and deal with the consequences later. He felt a little bad about giving in but he very much desperately wanted this and thought ‘fuck the consequences’. 

 

Maybe things would be ok down the line. Maybe happy endings did exist, or could be made… either way he wasn’t passing up this chance.

 

“ Please….. make me yours.”

 

The beast within Alastor was elated at his words and, appeased, let Alastor have more free reign to do as he wished, knowing his mate was compliant now.

 

Alastor felt so relieved at his words he put his head down on Angel’s stomach just resting there for a moment, basking in his acceptance. Until he realized a new meaning in his words and they made him impossibly hard. He wanted to show his gratitude for his acceptance so he got to work worshiping every square inch of skin he could see.

 

Angel squirmed under him as he latched onto one of his nipples. 

 

“Ah! Yes!” 

 

Angel had never felt so cared for in all his years of being a porn star. There was a definite difference between sex work and the intimacy of doing this with someone you lo- like. 

 

Alastor lovingly caressed his other breast, deftly plucking at his other mound as he suddenly swirled his tongue around the hard bud in his mouth. 

 

Angel bucked his hips at the feeling and cried out in pleasure.

 

Alastor smirked around the nipple, he had been curious if Angel would react the same as last time for the action and it seemed he was right. He deduced this was a particularly sensitive motion that could cause his mate a lot of pleasure and mentally made a note of it for the future.

 

He surrendered the nipple to travel over to the untouched breast and start suckling at it, Angel moaning and writhing beneath him.

 

His hand once again wandered down further, slowly inching its way toward Angel’s erect cock, itching to stroke the velvety skin.

 

As he grasped the hot flesh, Angel let out a long low moan, his breathing coming in hitched gasps at the dual sensations of having his nipples worshiped along with his lovely pink striped cock being stroked.

 

Alastor wanted a taste so he let go of the nipple in his mouth with a pop, and a dejected whine from above, and kissed his way down his mate's body to his prize.

 

His hands had started to explore Angel's lower body and as one traveled past his cute white fuzzy balls a frightened gasp was heard and he was abruptly thrown back toward the end of the bed.

 

Bewildered by what could have caused such a reaction, he immediately got up to look at his mate. 

 

He was stunned to find he had scrambled back up against the headboard, his arms wrapped around his knees as if in an effort to shield himself from something. Angel’s eyes were frantic and scared, like a wild animal cornered by a hunter.

 

Alarmed and concerned Alastor crawled forward slowly, “Angel? Angel, what is your color, mon biche? Please, are you alright?”

 

Angel’s unfocused eyes gained some clarity as he focused on his words. 

 

“Color….Color? Uh... uh like a lime green, I just- I just need a minute here…”

 

“Ok Angel, did I….did I do something wrong?”

 

Angel’s head snapped back to Alastor, regret filling his features, “No! No Smiles, no, you were perfect I just- ….how did ya do it….it shouldn’t open at all…”

 

Alastor was confused at his words, it seemed Angel was having an internal dialogue with himself.

 

He was about to ask if he could do anything to help him when a new scent hit his nose.

 

His eyes trained on the source of the smell coming just below Angel’s fuzzy balls. The position he was in at the moment did nothing to hide the fully visible slit where his perineum would be.

 

Angel had a vaginal opening.

 

Angel had a vagina? 

 

Confusion warred across his face as he tried to understand the situation. He opened his mouth to speak but Angel had seen the various emotions flit across his face and decided to explain before they lost the moment they were trying to have.

 

“I already know what ya gonna ask, yes, I have a vagina. No, that doesn’t mean I’m a woman, I’m a man and I’m intersex, so there.”

 

Angel crossed his legs, still annoyed and confused how this had happened. 

 

“But…. you didn’t have that before, I’ve seen you naked previously and I believe I would have noticed that.”

 

Angel let out a resigned sigh and said, “It’s been hidden for as long as I can rememba.”

 

He slumped back against the pillows as he remembered his first days in hell.

 

“I rememba droppin down here and thankfully at that time it was closed and hidden cause not long afta that I met Val…”

 

“Afta I made my contract with him and I got more inta the sex industry I saw there were older movies with intersex porn stars…... ‘Rare’, he told me…probably the most sought afta commodity in the porn industry. I felt bad for ‘em… they were in some of the raunchiest flicks cause they were ‘unique’. Unfortunately, because of their popularity they always got run ragged until there was nothin more ta give….so imagine my surprise when I’m just havin a little one on one ‘me time’ after a shoot and wham! A pussy appears between my legs!”

 

Angel’s eyes glistened over as he said, “I was so….so goddamned scared,” his voice breaking from the strength of his emotions. “I was new to the business…. I did wanna be popular but by then I had also learned about my spider anatomy and that I might have a soulmate and all that. I didn’t want Mista Valentino ta find out about it so I willed it to never open. I shut out a part of myself that could remain pure for my own sanity.”

 

“It hasn’t opened since then….ever, and thankfully Val has neva asked me about bein anythin other than what he saw me as.”

 

Angel scoffed in contempt.

 

“If Val knew that I had this…I don’t even wanna think about what he’d do ta me…”

 

Alastor felt such fire at his words, the urge to rend that loathsome cockroach limb from limb was flooding throughout his entire body. But alas they were still trapped and he couldn’t do anything of the sort until he was free. In the meantime, however, he willed his anger to cool so he may try to comfort his mate. 

 

Angel watched as Al slowly crawled up to his form and asked, “Is it alright if I hold you? I’m sorry that I caused you such distress and I wish to rectify it.”

 

Angel laughed a bit at that.

 

He’s so old fashioned, I love it.

 

“It ain’t ya fault Smiles, I guess my body just figured it was time ta open back up again, hell… maybe it can tell you’re my mate.”

 

That fact hadn’t occurred to Angel until he said it out loud. Of course! He’d only been hiding it to save it for his mate so it opened when he found him.

 

Angel felt arms wrap around him as he was pulled into a strong warm chest. Alastor took his hand and brought it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss upon the soft skin. Angel felt a gentle fluttering in his belly, a fuzzy feeling filtering through him at the gesture.

 

“If you would like, we can stop. I would never presume to take anything you do not willingly offer me, so you just tell me what you would like to do and we shall do it, mon Ange.”

 

Even though he could still feel the heat of his rut he’d be damned if he forced Angel to go through any sort of trauma just to ease some silly fever symptoms.

 

Angel was touched. He could feel the sincerity in his words. Such selflessness, unlike anyone else he had ever interacted with in this hellhole.

 

Angel wiped his eyes and shook his head. 

 

“No, I don’t wanna stop. I just didn’t get it until now. I know it’s kinda cheesy but I’ve been savin myself somewhat fa when I found my soulmate, fa when I found you…and now I’m glad I did.”

 

Angel closed the distance between the two as he threaded one hand through Al’s soft locks and tilted his head to give him a soft kiss. His lips lingered, gently coaxing them back to their earlier fire.

 

It didn’t take long until their mouths were fused again in a delicious dance of passion and their hands began burning trails across each other's bodies.

 

Angel smiled into the kiss as he deviously reached down to run a finger up Alastor’s jutting erection that lay across his knee.

 

Alastor hissed as he broke the kiss and stared at Angel with a look that said he’d make him pay for that in the best way possible.

 

Alastor made his way back down to where he’d been before, intent on exploring his mate's body with vigor.

 

Before he got anywhere near the new orifice Angel had, he asked, “Color?”

 

“I’m Green, babe. Touch it, kiss it, fuck it, do it all,” Angel answered breathlessly in anticipation of whatever Alastor was going to do to him.

 

Alastor smiled and slowly moved in, licking a stripe up Angel’s long cock. Angel was sure he’d go for his pussy first seeing as it was new and all his for the taking but Alastor wanted to make sure his doe was completely taken care of before delving into new territory.

 

The spider bunched a handful of blanket in his hand as Alastor slowly ran his tongue up and down his striped length. His claws sank into them, puncturing the fabric at Alastor’s torturous pace.

 

He mouthed the side of it, his hot breath making Angel quake beneath him and carefully wrapped his lips around the head of it. 

 

“AH! Ah fuck! Smiles, yes!” 

 

Alastor experimentally twirled his tongue around the head and Angel let out a hearty groan. Alastor tasted a bit of precum that had dribbled out and found the taste quite intoxicating. He hungered for more of the heady taste of his mate.

 

As he tried to find more sensitive areas on Angel’s body, he played with the skin at the back of Angel’s cockhead and Angel almost choked him with his surprised reaction.

 

Angel bucked his hips and inadvertently pushed more of his length into Alastor’s mouth with a shout. It seemed he’d stumbled upon another sensitive area of his mate's body and smirked as he decided to see how far gone he could make him.

 

Alastor put his hands on Angel’s hips and held down as he took more of the rock hard member into his mouth and mercilessly rubbed that area.

 

Angel knew he was in trouble when Alastor held his hips down. 

 

He probably shouldn’t have bucked into his mouth like that. He knew most guys had a sensitive frenulum but he’d never really messed with his own, and it wasn’t like the guys he slept with were focused on pleasing him so he didn’t know it would happen.

 

He felt as those steady hands held down his hips and Alastor started fiercely stroking the back of his cockhead with his long nimble tongue.

 

“OH! Oh fffffuck! Ah! I- I’m sorry Smiles! I- Fuck! I didn’t know that was so sensitive! Oh god!”

 

He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, each stroke adding to the colors growing in his vision. 

 

He shouted as he came, warm cum flooding into the hot mouth wrapped around his dwindling member. But Alastor didn’t stop there, he swallowed around his length, making Angel whimper in oversensitivity, trying to capture every last bit of spend Angel had as well as coax him back to life. 

 

Angel was therefore surprised when as well as taking more of his dick into his mouth he trailed one of his hands down to his new opening and softly traced the outline of it.

 

His gradually reawakening member jumped at this new burst of pleasure. Angel moaned, gasping hiccups into the air as his southern lips were toyed with.

 

He’d never touched himself there before so it was an entirely new and foreign sensation to him. He felt like a virgin….which was completely ridiculous.

 

I’m a fuckin porn star! I’m used to pleasure, I’m used to orgies! I’m used to gettin plowed multiple times a day! And this is what breaks me!? A goddamn virgin pussy?!?

 

Once his cock was once more rock hard from Alastor’s ministrations he decided to move on to his next course.

 

He bent his head lower and gazed at the wet pink unblemished folds.

 

Angel looked down feeling the heated gaze. He almost felt embarrassed, Alastor was just….staring. He looked at it like it was the only thing in the room worth looking at. Then Al’s eyes shifted up to meet his own and Angel flushed from his covetous gaze. His markings glowed a bright pink in his embarrassment.

 

Alastor chuckled at Angel’s flustered state and lowered his head, intent on continuing his mission to please his mate. He gazed hungrily at the soft pink opening. The scent coming from it was very strong, tantalizing him with its provocative aroma.

 

He used one finger to trace the outer lips, hearing a sharp intake of breath and seeing a curious glisten as the folds gained more moisture. It was quite a sensitive thing.

 

He was unfamiliar with this anatomy but went about sheathing his claws as he stroked the inner folds and found a deeper cavern. He deftly pushed one finger into the slick opening and Angel let out a rapturous whine. 

 

“Oh! Ohhhhh fuck that feels so weird… Ah! But- but it feels kinda good, like, like a full feeling, ah don’t stop!”

 

Alastor slowly moved his finger in and out of the slippery cavern, crooking his finger as his curiosity got the best of him and he leaned forward to sniff at the area. He let out a breath and felt a tight constriction around his finger as Angel moaned at the teasing sensations of air hitting his sensitive folds.

 

Alastor, intrigued again, continued pumping his finger in and out of Angel. He added another finger and started scissoring them out, stretching the area for what would come. He moved his head closer to breathe in that intoxicating scent and tentatively lapped up a bit of the slick that was oozing from his hole. 

 

Angel’s breath hitched and he let out a pitiful whimper with the lick. His whole body trembled at the feeling of a warm tongue passing over his hole. 

 

Alastor readjusted his position as his already strained member grew exponentially harder at the taste of the substance. The taste made him long to take his fingers out and just try to stretch him with his tongue instead. However, he decided against it as it would be their first time and he was quite a bit larger than the width of his tongue. Every precaution must be taken to prepare his doe so he would not harm him.

 

He instead took to languidly thrusting his fingers in and out of the delicate pink hole while exploring the rest of Angel’s soft folds with his mouth and tongue.

 

Angel had long forgotten his dignity as he moaned and panted like a bitch in heat from Alastor’s inquisitive but determined touch.

 

He’d already come once, and he already felt like he might come again. He wasn’t even in him yet!

 

As he went to tell Alastor to hurry up and fuck him, Alastor struck gold.

 

Alastor had been firmly licking up the soft skin of his labia until he came to a hooded, almost hidden, pearl. He curiously flicked it with his tongue and all hell broke loose.

 

He felt his fingers being constricted tightly after the stroke of his tongue to the little nub of flesh.

 

He heard the ripping of Angel’s claws tearing into his sheets as well as the harsh cry of pleasure and unintelligible nonsense as Angel attempted to buck into Alastor’s tongue again.

 

Well that was certainly a sensitive area. 

 

Alastor stopped for a moment and glanced up to see the flushed, debauched look on his mate's face. Angel was breathing heavily and gasping pleas into the air for more. He looked like he might faint any second.

 

Alastor felt a bead of sweat run down his brow, he wanted to bury himself into his mate now but he wasn’t ready yet. One more finger should do it.

 

He added another finger and angled them around inside as he very lightly brushed the pearl with his thumb. Angel let out a keening whine of frustration at the gesture and attempted to reason with him. 

 

“Ahhhhh! F-fuck! Hah! Oh god! Oh please! Please fuck me! Alastor please!”

 

Angel had tears in his eyes. He wanted to come. He wanted to come so bad. He’d never wanted to come this bad ever, in his entire life! Alastor probably didn’t realize it but he’d brought Angel close so many goddamn times already he felt like he’d explode any second. He had been in edging videos before, but this? This was a whole new level! He NEEDED to come.

 

“Just a little more, mon biche, you’re almost ready.”

 

It was pure inexplicable torture to continue stretching Angel out with his fingers but it would be worth it once he was inside his mate. Just as he readied to take his fingers out he felt a sponge-like material and pressed it firmly. 

 

Angel bucked hard and rode the fingers as the pressure finally crested, giving him one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had. He wasn’t sure if he would have a g-spot in his vagina but it looked like he was proven wrong.

 

Angel’s eyes burst open at the intense pressure release he’d just felt and a hell of a lot more liquid that he thought should be there. 

 

Did I just fucking piss?!? What the fuck!!!

 

Angel blushed furiously at the thought that he might have just squirted on Alastor.

 

Alastor almost recoiled as liquid hit his face. Curious as to what happened he felt the wet coating his face and pooling into the sheets below. 

It smelled divine and he relished it as he licked what he could reach from his face. 

 

Alastor’s eyes widened at the viscous slick that seemed to gush from Angel's opening when he removed his fingers. He shakily brought the fingers up to his face, gazing intensely at the sheen of it as it clung to his fingers. He separated his fingers and a string of the fluid hung between them. He focused on the dripping liquid as he wrapped his lips around them and growled low in his throat at the taste. He wanted more, he wanted to drink in that taste forever but his erection was becoming quite painful now since he’d ignored it in favor of preparing Angel.

 

He momentarily crawled back up to Angel, who was still breathing heavily and shivering from his orgasm. He captured his mate’s lips in a fervently possessive kiss. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Angels as he asked, “Are you ready, mon Ange? I want to be perfectly clear. Once we consummate, you will be my mate, do you understand?”

 

Angel, overwhelmed with the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his body, grabbed Alastor’s head and roughly brought him down for another lust filled kiss.

 

He released his lips and sharply growled out, “Fuck. Me. Now.”

 

Angel was tired of this teasing. He wanted to be fucked NOW.

 

Alastor quickly moved down his body, not having to be told twice and carefully lifted his rock hard length to rub through the dripping folds of Angel’s wet cunt.

 

Angel gasped harshly, still oversensitized from his previous orgasm but wanting more all the same.

 

Alastor lined up his cock with the slippery hole and slowly pushed in. Angel hissed at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it would, probably because of all the stretching Al had done but it still stung a bit. The burn of his walls stretching to accommodate the girthy length made him want to hold his breath as he focused on relaxing his muscles. Alastor paused every couple of inches to let Angel adjust to the pressure, the latter nodding when he was ready again. Until, Alastor finally bottomed out in his mate, the slick velvety walls of Angel’s cunt hugging him deliciously tight.

 

“Ohhh Angel, you’re so beautiful, so tight, so perfect…”

 

Angel whimpered at the soft spoken words, hearing the sincerity in them.

 

He pulled out a bit, seeing his cock covered in Angel’s gleaming fluids and experimentally thrust back in. 

 

Angel bounced with the thrust and let out a moan of longing. He felt so full, more full than he’d ever felt before. The ridges on Alastor’s length seemed to brush new sensitive areas each time he moved. It felt so good, he felt like he was finally complete, two halves finally becoming whole.

 

Alastor leaned over to be able to kiss his lover while slowly rocking in and out of his wet gushing hole. Angel gently returned the kiss, for once a bit tentative and vulnerable in his response. This was their first time having sex… making love as Alastor had said, and he could feel the care Alastor was putting forth not to harm him. He’d never felt such consideration in the 7 decades he’d been in hell. 

 

Alastor swallowed Angel’s soft cries, the heat from their kiss slowly enveloping their bodies as he started to rock faster.

 

A muffled whine escaped Angel when a stray thrust brushed against that spot within him that made his vision white out. Alastor endeavored to keep hitting that spot while simultaneously reaching down to find the hooded bud again. As his fingers brushed it firmly, Angel broke away from their kiss and let out a pleased cry, his many arms clutching the back of Alastor’s neck, waist, and ass urging him to go faster and harder. 

 

Angel’s breathing turned ragged as Alastor pumped in and out of his doe faster, aiming at getting him to come one last time. He wanted to feel Angel's wet pussy tighten around him after giving him so much pleasure. He wanted to break him apart only to put him back together again with his loving touch. He wanted nothing more than for Angel to become his in every aspect, for Angel to want no other ever again.

 

Alastor’s breathing grew strained from his enthusiastic effort of rutting into his mate. He pushed farther and farther, stretching his hole as his knot gradually made its way inside with every thrust.

 

“Yes mon biche, yesssss, take it in .”

 

Angel could feel the knot stretching him wider, and bit his lip at the slight pain of the intrusion but felt so wonderfully full from it.

 

“ MmmphAH god, oh god! Ya so big Alastor! Ngh! Please! Please fuck me!”

 

He vaguely recalled that a rut was meant for breeding and now that he had a vagina he also had a set of reproductive organs that could bear children. The thought scared him a little but he was mollified by the fact that he’d never seen any baby sinners around nor any contraceptives on the market for sinners. The fact was, sinners were not meant to have children so he need not worry. Even though a small part of him wouldn’t mind having a child of his own…

 

“Angel… mon biche, who do you belong to?” Alastor stammered out between his harsh thrusting.

 

Angel was brought back to his lust ridden headspace with the question. 

 

He didn’t want to say who he actually belonged to so instead said who he wanted to belong to.

 

“ You, I’m yours Al! Ah ah ahh!”

 

Alastor drove into him furiously, his heart racing, spurred on by his response. He was determined to fill him with his seed and impregnate his doe.

 

Angel gave a cry with every punishing thrust thereafter. Angel’s legs unconsciously wrapped around his buck with the brutal force of the hips smacking against his ass. He could feel himself losing his composure and threw his head back on the pillow, his eyes closed tightly, revealing his unmarked neck. It was a far too inviting display for Alastor to pass up.

 

He could feel his hips stuttering from overexertion and Alastor gave one last hard thrust as he felt the coiling tension in his abdomen reach the precipice. Just as he felt the shockwaves hit, he desperately rubbed the bud between his fingers making Angel cry out, thighs trembling, as he clenched over Alastor’s pulsating cock and his untouched dick released globs of pearly white cum onto Alastor’s bare stomach. 

 

“ Mine,” he growled out possessively as he made his doe come for the third time.

 

Angel’s walls continued contracting around him as he sank his teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, tasting the sweet essence of his mates life blood. Angel felt the burning sensation at his neck and shouted out Alastor’s name as he held fast to his buck. Once he came down from his euphoric state he slumped in Alastor’s hold, totally spent. 

 

He could feel the warmth spreading within him as Al’s member twitched and unloaded a seemingly endless amount of semen. Alastor’s breathing slowly returned to normal as his rod still twitched in Angel’s passage. Alastor went to separate them so he could tend to Angel when a sharp pain came from their joined bodies.

 

Angel released a pained whimper, too tired and satiated to be mad at the painful tug. Instead he huffed out, “We’re stuck togetha until ya knot goes down. Come down here and hold me, I’m so fuckin tired.”

 

Alastor understood his blunder and worked to position them both comfortably on the bed, Angel within his arms. He snapped his fingers to clean them and fix the shredded sheets while he held Angel. 

 

He kissed the top of his head as he asked, “How do you feel, mon biche? Was it alright? Did I hurt you?”

 

Angel tiredly laughed at the question, “Definitely tired and ‘Alright’? Fuck no it wasn’t ‘alright’ it was probably the best fuck I’ve ever had. Not to give ya a big head or anythin but I dunno if I’m gonna be able ta walk today with how good you fucked me.”

 

Angel let a warm smile grace his face as he hid it in the crook of Alastor’s neck, shy all of a sudden. 

 

“As first times go, that was definitely the most cared for I’ve ever felt in my entire life, so no…ya didn’t hurt me Smiles…”

 

Alastor felt warmth bloom in his chest. He never in his wildest dreams believed he’d be at all proficient in the lust department, or interested for that matter, but it seemed he had pulled through. Pride filled him with the praise his doe bestowed upon him in soft tones. He gently caressed Angel’s hair, moving a strand out of his face. His lashes lowered as he looked fondly on the one he was destined to be with, their eyes locking as they drifted together to share a tender kiss. 

 

This one felt different. 

 

It felt like they’d reached a new level of intimacy as Angel felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter desperately at the action. He brought his hands up to cradle Alastor’s face and as they parted, nuzzled into him. He placed his face back into the crook of Alastor’s neck, exhausted and ready for a nap.

 

Alastor lovingly gazed down at his doe, petting his hair as he heard the soft snores emit from his sleeping figure. He wasn’t sure how long they needed to stay locked together but a nap sounded very good right about now. He securely held his mate in his arms as his thoughts drifted off into nothingness and sleep swiftly took hold.

Notes:

Also I totally give permission if anyone wants to make fanart of my stuff, I think I might die if I see any... 😅 In a good way <3

Chapter 9: Getting to know you

Notes:

I wasn't going to post another chapter till I had one written but then I got sidetracked by my server's POTM and I'm still trying to beta some stuff so I'll cut y'all a break and give y'all the next chapter.

Sorry it's taken so long but I'm gonna be hard at work writing the next one, just you wait! :D

Thank you to everyone for all the kind comments on the last chapter, y'all don't know how much it means to me to see them <3

Angel could feel the red light of the noon pentagram warming his face as he stirred awake.

 

He could tell they’d slept a fair bit and blurrily looked around the room, trying to shake the drowsiness from his body.

 

He was warm and cuddled up in his buck’s arms, the latter softly snoozing the day away. His breath tickled the top of his head and Angel suppressed a giggle at how cute Al looked when asleep.

 

He felt a bit stiff and tried to turn his body in Al’s arms but felt a jolt at his core when he did. He realized that Al had never pulled out of him even though it looked as though his knot had receded some time ago. 

 

He wondered if he should take it out of him so they could carry on with their day or if he wanted to have a bit more fun.

 

A loud rumbling sounded from down below. It seemed his stomach made up his mind for him.

 

He very delicately, so as not to wake up his slumbering buck, extricated himself from Alastor’s arms and gently removed Alastor’s soft cock from his entrance. A small trail of cum peeked out of his slit and Angel’s eyes widened as he wondered just how much he’d taken in this morning. So fascinated with his new appendage, he forgot he was still holding something.

 

Amazingly, with just that simple touch, the rod jolted in his hand. He quickly put it down, so as not to tempt fate. He really was hungry and although Alastor had been more than accommodating these past 4 days he’d heard rumors about how insatiable sinners could get when in rut.

 

He was looking forward to seeing it firsthand, but the kitchen beckoned.

 

He sat up in bed and instantly regretted it. His muscles were so sore from this morning. He hadn’t been kidding when he told Al he might not be able to walk. He blushed furiously as he realized he basically lost his virginity last night and his muscles were telling him to take it easy. 

 

He hadn’t thought it would take this much out of him, popping his pussy cherry. But it might have also been the fact that he hadn’t had an orgasm that good in…..years, let alone three!

 

Sure he’d had a hell of a lot more sex before but depressingly not that many “actual” orgasms in all the years he’d done porn.

 

He’d perfected the art of faking it while working at the studio, he had to. It was a bitch and a half to have some random ass actor fuck you and get pissy if you didn’t act like he was a god at sex when mechanically plowing into you from behind. Val made it very clear what was expected of him when he was in front of the cameras and made it a point to remind him if he looked anything less than the cum hungry slut he was meant to portray.

 

His punishments still made his skin prickle in discomfort when thinking about them.

 

He shifted a little on the bed and winced when he attempted to swing his legs over the side of the bed. It didn’t hurt that much but his feet felt wobbly and tired. As he attempted to rise to his feet he felt a sudden weakness that made him plummet back onto the bed, jolting his sleeping prince awake.

 

“Ngh wha- Angel?!? What’s happening? Are you alright?”

 

Alastor said frantically as he blinked the sleep from his eyes, the red glow piercing throughout the room, looking for any threats that might have come to harm his doe. 

 

Angel huffed in annoyance. 

 

Dammit, I wanted ta cook somethin fa us before he woke up…

 

“Everything’s fine Smiles, I was just tryin ta make us some grub but it looks like I can’t walk right now…”

 

Alastor‘s panicked gaze turned to a mirthful one as he gave a slight chuckle at his predicament.

 

“Ey, don’t laugh at me asshole! This is your fault, take some responsibility here!” Angel said while motioning towards his lower half.

 

“I think you just need rest, mon ange. How about this? I will go and cook us a marvelous lunch while you think of what you would like to do today.”

 

Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel as he gently pulled him back to rest against the pillows sitting upright. He gave him a swift kiss as he rose up from the bed.

 

The stupid ass Bambi lookin deer looked like he had a spring in his step this morning, Angel thought grumpily as the buck left to fix them food. Meanwhile, his weak ass was stuck in bed…what a load a shit.

 

Angel slumped into the fluffy pillows and bored, looked around the room. He hadn’t really explored his surroundings since he’d gotten here, more content with getting closer to his companion, but now there were no distractions.

 

Alastor’s bedroom looked like any of the other standard hotel bedrooms except for the dark maroon wallpaper lined with vertical vines. 

 

Admittedly, he had very soft black sheets and a matching comforter, and possibly fluffier pillows than was standard but other than that the furniture was the same.

 

He crossed his arms as he settled in to wait for his food and noticed a small frame on the bedside table. He wondered how he’d missed it since arriving. It was a black and white photo of a young black woman smiling while holding a slightly dark skinned child in front of a strung up buck. On the other side of the slain creature was a white man who had a very stern look upon his face, facing forward towards the camera stiffly, as if he didn’t want to be there.

 

Angel’s brow furrowed in disapproval of the man. 

 

That must be Alastor’s dad… 

 

If that was Al’s dad then surely the little boy was Al and the woman was his mother. Angel remembered the story he’d told him and wondered if she’d ended up down here with them. It was a shame Alastor had never looked for her. 

 

He knew he’d looked high and low for his ma when he’d dropped down here. To his bitter disappointment instead he’d found his asshole dad. When he asked him if she was down here too, he almost got his face rearranged for daring to mention his saint of a mother in front of his pops.

 

Thankfully, at least he’d found his twin and he was grudgingly happy to see Niss too, if only cause he missed ragging on him. 

 

Unfortunately for him, the family reunion was cut short when Henroin threatened to send him to double hell if he showed his face around their territory again. He was unwillingly booted from the house from there and, before he left, managed to place his phone number in the mailbox for Molly to find.

 

She did and they’d talked on and off ever since. He still had to be careful about when they talked so she wouldn’t get in trouble. Henroin was masterful at imposing melancholy into their lives with Angel’s exile. It was practically torture to not be able to see his twin face to face, talk to her, hug her, anything.

 

And here he was, depressing himself again. He looked away from the photo to try and distract himself from his thoughts.

 

Aside from the picture on the bedside table there were no other human pictures adorning the wall. 

 

He wondered how Alastor had gotten a picture from when he was human. Sure, he’d heard of a couple of people sneaking up to the surface before, but to go up there just to retrieve something of sentimental value was dangerous, and probably expensive.

 

As he glanced at the walls, something gleaming caught his eye. It was too far away to see so he carefully crawled forward to get a closer look. He winced with the effort but managed to see that it was a ring on a chain. It was a thin silver ring with what looked like rose gold antlers coming off of a petite shiny diamond. It hung on a hook on the wall near the picture frame. It didn’t look very expensive but for Alastor to hang it on the wall in his bedroom it must have meant alot to him.

 

Maybe he’d ask about it later…

 

Suddenly, he could smell something heavenly wafting over from the kitchen. It made his mouth water. He wasn’t sure if it was one of Al’s Cajun dishes or creole dishes but whatever it was he couldn’t wait to try it. His stomach growled pitifully in protest of its emptiness and he grabbed it to stifle the noise. 

 

Finally after what seemed like an eternity Alastor came back inside with their food on a silver platter. 

 

He settled himself back in bed and put the tray on top of them as he moved in close to Angel so they could share the eating space.

 

“Have you ever had red beans and rice before, ma chérie?”

 

Angel looked down at the tray as Alastor revealed 2 plates loaded with red beans, ground beef, and cut up beef sausage on top of a pile of rice.

 

“Can’t say I have, Smiles. It sure does smell good though.”

 

“Well then, Bon appétit,” he said with a bright smile.

 

They both dove into their food while Alastor told him how he would like to make beignets for him at some point, to really get that New Orleans food experience.

 

Angel chuckled and saw the photo on the nightstand out of the corner of his eye. 

 

“So uh, that ya mom and you?” Angel said, motioning with his head towards the photo.

 

Alastor glanced up at the photo in question, his gaze turning wistful.

 

“Yes, that is my mother and myself the first time I managed to kill a buck.”

 

“Holy Shit! You killed that thing?!? I thought the guy in tha background did!” That buck was practically the size of Alastor in that photo. “How old were ya there?”

 

“I was about 8 in that photograph, my mother insisted on a family photo for my ‘first big achievement’ in my fathers eyes…”

 

“….So the guy in the picture is ya dad?”

 

Alastor’s lip curled into a sneer as he regarded the man in the photograph. 

 

“Yes….he made me go hunting and that day he told me we couldn’t rest until I ‘shot something to prove my manhood’….it took us nearly 10 hours to find that damned buck. I didn’t want to spend a moment more with him so I followed his teachings and managed to kill it in one shot.”

 

Alastor felt an uncharacteristic frown mar his face at the memory….

 

His father had walked up to the carcass of the animal and instead of praise or even an acknowledgement of the achievement, he’d scoffed at it and said, “Ain’t that big, you’ll do better next time boy.”

 

The utter disappointment that had flooded through him at the statement had him dragging his feet as they brought the buck back to the house.

 

When his mother saw it however, she immediately grabbed Alastor up in a huge hug and gushed over how big it was and how her “petite cerf” was growing up so fast. When she insisted to his father that they needed to take a picture of it, his father hadn’t uttered a word. Patrice had just glared at his mother who returned the look with equal fervor until he loathingly sauntered off. She asked one of their neighbors if they could take a picture for them in exchange for some of her cooking. It was far too expensive to own a camera at that time but making some of her famous gumbo in exchange was well worth it in her opinion. The neighbor agreed and took the picture. 

 

Alastor and his mother stood hugging off to the left while his father stood off to the right, stonily looking at the camera.

 

“Wow, that’s pretty impressive Smiles! I didn’t manage to shoot nothin til I was like 10…” 

 

It was a bunny and his dad had made him do it, he’d cried for the poor creature once his pa left him alone.

 

Alastor broke out of his reverie at the statement from Angel. 

 

“Yes, well….my mother was certainly impressed, my father was another matter. But I digress, that was the only photo to be found in my old house once I died so I had it brought here.”

 

Alastor continued to eat his meal, the awkward silence stretching between them. 

 

Angel glanced back up at the wall, to the ring on display.

 

Clearly, Alastor didn’t like talking about his father and it felt like he was hiding something but Angel was still curious about what the ring was.

 

He took a huge bite of his food as he said, “Sooooo…..What’s with the ring on the wall there?”

 

Alastor looked surprised for a moment, staring at the ring before his gaze turned soft.

 

“My mother gave me that ring when I turned 18. It has been passed down in the Levesque family for generations and she figured if I found someone, I could give it to them. She really did want grandchildren….”

 

Alastor looked wistfully at the ring, lost in a memory of time forgotten.

 

“After her death, I was…..inconsolable. Unfortunately, in my rage, I managed to break a lot of things my mother held dear….I tried to get rid of them so it wouldn’t remind me of why she was no longer there. I could only see the bad in what they reminded me of, instead of all the happy times we had. I regret a lot of them….”

 

Angel’s brow furrowed in sympathy for his buck, the pain in his voice apparent.

 

“I could have brought them down here the same that I did that ring and the photograph. Regrettably, I was foolish and didn’t realize at the time that the only person I was hurting was myself…. I destroyed many of the things we had cherished and in the process a reminder of the fond memories they provided.”

 

Angel slowly wrapped his arms around Alastor in a gentle hug and said, “Well, ya may not have gotten all of her stuff ta remind you of her but ya got some and that’s all that matters. Can ya still remember her?” 

 

Alastor smiled softly as he gazed down at the arachnid wrapped around him. 

 

“Quite vividly, yes. I remember all the wonderful food she used to make every night. I remember her fondness for sweets. I remember going out and buying a radio for her to be able to listen to my radio show for the first time. She was so proud…”

 

Alastor laughed a bit as he recalled dancing to one of his mother’s favorite songs.

 

“I remember this lovely song that came out of a Broadway show called “The Five o’clock girl”. My mother absolutely loved that song. Mind you not because of the show, but because of the sentiment behind it. She would rope me into dancing to it every time it came over the radio…”

 

His expression took on a melancholy tone. 

 

“After her death, I heard it come over that very same radio….and smashed it to pieces….we had a record of it too, which I also destroyed. I haven’t been able to find it since.”

 

Angel hugged a bit tighter, trying to console his buck. He tentatively asked, “What was the song called?”

 

“….it was called “Thinking of you”. It was quite a lively song….had a great peppy rhythm that was fun to dance to, but the lyrics were just….something else.”

 

“It gradually became one of my favorite songs to hear on the radio. I’d love to dance to it again sometime.”

 

Angel made a mental note to find that song. It would be a nice surprise for Alastor to be able to dance to it again, he was sure.

 

They quietly finished their food as the conversation ended. It seemed like Al had a lot of regrets in life and obviously didn’t like talking about or focusing on them. He would rather avoid them all together or move past them. Which was fair; Angel knew he had a hell of a lot of skeletons in his closet he wouldn’t like revisiting. However, now he felt he had a deeper understanding of the sort of things Alastor held dear. It warmed him inside to think just how much trust Alastor really had for him to be able to reveal these deeper memories with him.

 

“Well now we’ve finished eating, is there anything you’d like to do today, mon ange?” 

 

Alastor looked back to his cheery self again as he turned toward his mate.

 

Angel smirked and said, “I’m actually kinda surprised ya haven’t jumped my bones yet. I thought a rut was supposed ta make ya sex crazy?”

 

He tilted his head as he scrutinized his form for any hints that Alastor was holding himself back.

 

“Normally yes, mon biche, however seeing as we finally sated the beast and I can tell you’re still sore I would rather not do anything that could cause you further discomfort.”

 

“Therefore, the beast is firmly locked in its cage at the moment. You just let me know what you would like to do today, anything you like, mon ange.”

 

Angel visibly perked up at the word cage. His eyes narrowed slightly as his lip curled in a devious grin.

 

“Aww, I would hate to cage the poor thing. Why don’t I take care of you for a change, Daddy?”

 

Daddy??

 

Alastor blushed furiously as Angel moved the tray off of the bed and draped himself on Alastor‘s chest. 

 

“But- but you are still hurt, are you not? Mon biche really, you don’t have to indulge me like this. Your safety and well being is more important to me than these silly urges.”

 

Angel’s heart skipped a beat, his chest fluttering excitedly at his loving words. He moaned low and said, “Oh fuck Smiles, keep talkin dirty ta me...” He traced down Alastor’s night shirt, which he must have put on during their sleeping, and slowly broke each string attaching each button with his razor sharp claw.

 

Alastor flushed as Angel literally tore the shirt off of him. Angel cocked his head when Alastor’s ears suddenly folded down against his head. Alastor sat stiffly while his eyes were downcast. He looked very vulnerable, as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

 

Angel was just about to ask what was wrong when he noticed a large scar decorating Al’s chest from his collar bone down to below his nipple. There were hundreds of other scars littering his toned chest.

 

He must have seen the recognition in Angel's face as he looked away in shame, his head bowing in his self consciousness. 

 

He was afraid of what Angel thought of his body.

 

Angel was stunned that he hadn’t seen them in the last 4 days they’d been messing around. Now that he thought of it though, Alastor had always been meticulous about not removing his shirt or hiding his chest, the same way he hid his feet. Alastor was ashamed of the scars and didn’t want Angel to think any less of him because of them.

 

Angel turned his buck’s head back to face him, his eyes meeting Alastor’s with understanding. He gave him a reassuring smile as he cautiously moved in and softly kissed him. He drew his fingertips across the large scar, caressing it lovingly as Angel deepened their kiss to swallow a groan from his mate below him.

 

He straddled his partner as he moved down his neck, licking and sucking dark marks into his skin. Alastor’s skin felt hot to the touch, his flesh becoming feverish in his arousal. His eyes were unfocused as they regarded the beautiful creature making their way down his body. Every touch felt like a trail of fire scorching his soul. It was a wonder he hadn’t burned alive yet.

 

Angel picked up one of Alastor’s hands and threaded his own through them, looking into his eyes as he conveyed that he wasn’t going anywhere. He slowly worshipped the biggest scar with his lips, softly mouthing it while his tongue snuck out to have a taste every now and then.

 

Alastor leaned back into the pillows, sighing in relief at Angel’s acceptance. He’d been afraid Angel might be repulsed by them but it seemed he had nothing to worry about.

 

I’m so lucky to have him…

 

Angel worshipped each scar he could find, gently trailing his lips upon them and laving them with his tongue.

 

After proving to Alastor that he loved his body, imperfections and all, he finally made it to the area he’d wanted to touch for so long.

 

He wanted to savor this.

 

Still straddling Alastor he brought a hand up to his chest while the other cradled the side of his face, guiding him into a gentle kiss.

 

As the wet smacking sounds of their kissing grew, Angel’s hand slowly wandered up his chest to brush against a sensitive nipple.

 

Alastor gasped into Angel’s mouth at the sensation. Their tongues danced across each other as Angel leaned more into him, gently playing with Alastor’s perky bud.

 

“Ya like that Daddy?” Angel murmured against his kiss swollen lips. “Ya like havin ya nipples played with?”

 

Angel gave a slow teasing lick to Alastor’s lips as the buck’s eyes turned hazy and he hissed out, “Yessssss”.



Alastor felt the unconscious pull to reclaim that taunting mouth but Angel placed a finger against his lips and tutted when he leaned forward to do so.

 

Instead, Angel leaned forward and said huskily, “Nuh uh Smiles. I get ta play with ya right now, that’s what I wanna do today. So you be a good buck and sit right there while I take care a ya. If ya real good, I’ll even reward ya.” He nibbled the shell of Alastor’s ear as he finished talking, Alastor shuddering at the sensation. He willed his hands to stay strong in place on the bed.

 

He wasn’t sure what Angel’s reward would be but he was very curious to find out. He would be good and let Angel do whatever he wanted to him if this was a preview of what was to come.

 

Angel kissed his way down his neck, nipping and licking as he went. Once his mouth was level with his chest he leaned in and traced a nipple with his tongue slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alastor clench his hands against the sheets, daring not to move. Angel smirked and blew lightly against the nub, watching it constrict in the cold and hearing the intake above from the action.

 

“Ah! Angel!”

 

Angel moved his hand to hold Alastor’s side as he took his nipple in his mouth to suckle gently, simultaneously using his other hand to pluck and tease the opposite side.

 

Alastor was determined not to move and ruin their game but couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him at the sensation. He moaned as Angel used his own tricks against him and then some.

 

The wet heat surrounding his hard bud was tantalizing as was the slight pain that came forth when Angel would lightly bite or brush his teeth against it. Alastor felt light headed, his breath coming in short gasps as Angel worshipped his chest.

 

All at once Alastor let out a broken moan at something wrapping around his length through his sleep pants. It seemed one of Angel’s hands had strayed when he was lost in a cloud of lust and had slipped underneath his sleepwear. 

 

He squeezed the appendage in his bare hand, finally able to feel the individual ridges as he stroked the full length of it. He brushed a thumb against the slit, spreading the precum that had steadily been making a wet spot on his pants, and Alastor gave a surprised groan. It was very sensitive.

 

Angel abandoned Alastor’s chest, wanting to finally taste the cock he’d been denied for so long.

 

Alastor watched wide eyed as Angel made his way down his body. His dexterous hands made quick work of his sleep pants and he inched towards his aching erection.

 

Alastor couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him. Angel looked so enraptured, just staring and stroking it languidly. He looked to be studying it and taking his time doing so, running his fingers across the veins and ridges lining the red and black length.

 

Alastor tried to think of anything else, anything to avoid moving his hands forward and pushing his cock into that delectable mouth. But it wasn’t working, everything led back to the sight of Angel. His bosom lay resting on his legs and his face leveled with his member as he stroked it slowly with both hands.

 

Angel, feeling the gaze on him, looked up into the glowing red eyes of his buck and smirked as he gave a teasing lick to his slit. Alastor threw his head back and choked on the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He struggled to take a breath as he tried to maintain his composure. His claws gouged the sheets as he clenched them in his restraint.

 

Angel smiled at the reaction. His tongue moved over his lips, savoring the surprisingly good taste of Alastor’s precum. Most guys had either really salty or really bitter tasting cum, or at least in his experience. However, Alastor’s was more like an aphrodisiac to him, urging him to take another taste. He slowly trailed his tongue from the bottom back up to the slit on top, tasting the bead of precum that continued seeping out of the tip of his cock. He hummed in approval at the delectable taste and said, “Good boy,” before swallowing as much of Alastor’s weeping cock as he could in one go.

 

“OH! Ah!” Alastor said as he struggled to not buck his hips feverishly into that wet heat. It wasn’t quite like the tight constricting heat of Angel’s passage but there was an added component of a dancing tongue and maddening suction that kept him nearly on edge.

 

“ Ahh Aaaannngelllll…” 

 

He felt a rush of fire spread through him at the sight of his doe’s lips straining around his massive erection, trying to take in as much as possible. His furiously beating heart skipped a beat when Angel decided to wrap his tongue around it as he moved up and down slowly.

 

Alastor let out a long drawn out moan at the multitude of sensations Angel was providing at the moment. He loved every second of it but he also wanted to touch his beloved. He wanted to take Angel’s head in his hands and fuck that mouth until Angel begged him to take him. He wanted to hear the sweet sounds of Angel choking on his cock and the deep intake of breath once he took mercy on his poor doe.

 

But he had to be good….today.

 

So instead he lay there and let Angel set a torturous pace. He came close to spilling many times but every time he would get close Angel would back off and go back to teasing him relentlessly.

 

It was torturous, but he would see it through. If not for his pride then for his need to see what his prize would be if he was good.

 

Angel thought Al would have broken by now, but he really did have the restraint of a saint. 

 

Damn.

 

Well he would keep his end of the bargain and give Al his reward.

 

Angel couldn’t resist mouthing the head one last time, feeling Alastor’s thighs quiver in his effort to hold himself back, before he released it from his lips. He looked up into his buck’s flushed red cheeks and desperate red eyes, a smile gracing his face at the sight.

 

“Ya bein so good fa me, babe. I think you’ve had enough, so how bout this? I’m still sore in my pussy so we can’t finish in there right now but how about we finish this in a fun way. You decide, either you can come in between my tits or I’ll finish blowing you and you eat me out at the same time. Which one sounds betta?”

 

Alastor felt himself grow harder at the proposal. He had had a taste previously of Angel and he did indeed love it, plus he’d be getting equal treatment at the same time. Or, he could finish between Angel’s breasts? He was mildly intrigued with what that entailed.

 

“I must confess, I’ve never thought to use your breasts in such a way. I am curious as to how it might feel.”

 

Angel smirked and crawled up to kiss those enticing lips. 

 

Al was so cute when he was curious about new sex things.

 

“Ok so, Just so ya know, I don’t let guys do this at all if I can help it. So this is a real privilege, what I’m letting ya do right now. My only stipulation is ya gotta clean up afta yaself when ya done.” He huskily whispered the last part into his ear as Alastor grabbed his hips and brought him closer to capture his lips again. 

 

He was looking forward to both his reward and the cleanup afterward. 

 

As they parted for breath, Alastor rested his forehead against his doe’s, uncertain as to what he was supposed to do next. 

 

Seeing his hesitance, Angel lay back against the pillows, lying down as flat as possible.

 

“Normally I’d be on top and control the pace but I’m gonna let you do all the work since I’m still sore.” He gave a cheeky wink, causing a flush of heat to spread across his mate’s face.

 

Angel brought two of his hands to Alastor’s hips, positioning him to straddle his midriff. His erection jutted out down the middle, just over the top of Angel’s mounds. 

 

Angel brought his other two hands to his breasts, teasing his nipples just slightly, making them harden. He could feel his buck’s heated gaze, focusing on every movement from Angel with bated breath.

 

Angel said breathily, “Ok Al, I want ya ta put ya cock right here.” He pointed at the bottom of his fluff right between his tits. “You should be lathered up a bit from me blowin ya but if we need it I got some lube. I’m gonna hold my boobs togetha like this and you just do what you want with them mio cervo.”

 

That accent…Does he know what that does to me?

 

Alastor hadn’t yet heard Angel talk Italian in bed so he let out a small moan at the unknown foreign endearment he’d just spouted.

 

Angel smiled at his reaction, figuring he’d have to use Italian more when they were in bed together.

 

Alastor shuffled forward, lowering his weight on top of Angel.

 

“Are you sure this is alright? I don’t wish to harm you.”

 

Angel felt the warmth of Alastor sitting on him from above. He gave an endearing smile as he gently kneaded Al’s thighs and said, “Ya fine Smiles, go ahead whenever ya ready.”

 

Alastor placed his hands on either side of Angel’s head below him as he slowly thrust his massive erection into the fluff-covered mounds Angel was holding together. It was a different sensation than he was used to. He knew of heat and wet, but this was soft and fluffy pressure. It was intoxicating being able to look down into those sparkling heterochromic eyes, knowing Angel was doing this to please him.

 

He slowly built up a rhythm and nearly faltered when he heard Angel start to speak.

 

“Sai che questa vista è piuttosto sorprendente.  Sembri così sexy spingendo il tuo cazzo caldo tra i miei seni.  Potrei venire dal solo guardare.”

 

Alastor’s eyes widened and he clenched the sheets a bit tighter in his fist as he bucked. Alastor wasn’t sure what Angel had just said but it was music to his ears. He panted a bit harder as his rhythm sped up. 

 

He closed his eyes so he could focus on the breathy Italian words that were spoken. Angel’s tone made it clear he was trying to seduce him with the sultry language. He felt a rush of heat surge through him at what Angel could possibly be saying to him right now.

 

He let out a cry when on an upthrust a warm wet sensation greeted his cock head. His eyes burst open and he saw Angel seductively lap at his slit every time it got close enough. He probably would have sucked on it if it bothered to stay long enough.

 

Alastor moaned at the sight and slightly slowed so Angel could have more opportunities to suckle at his sensitive head. The softness he felt along his shaft was heavenly. With every thrust he felt the fluff caress his cock in a way he’d never thought possible. He could almost compare it to making love to a cloud. Albeit a cloud with a deliciously warm pressure inside and a hot mouth at the end.

 

“Verrai per me?  Mi dai il tuo seme, mio cervo?”

 

Alastor muffled a whimper at the words, unsure of their meaning. They sounded like a question that he desperately wanted to answer. He rut faster into Angel’s fluff. He had wanted to hold out longer but the combination of the soft pressure and teasing lips on his cock head were wearing him down quickly. Already he could feel the familiar tension pooling in his abdomen. 

 

“Yes, mon ange, whatever you want I shall provide. I want nothing but to please you. You are mine and I am yours.”

 

His hips were frantic, chasing his release and he swooped down to capture his doe’s lips with his own as he felt himself break apart. He continued to rock his hips as the pearly white cum spilled out and settled in Angel’s fluff, causing it to become sticky and damp. 

 

Alastor noticed none of this however. He was solely focused on taking Angel's breath away. As he came down from his high, his lips slowed their passionate caress, eventually relenting so Angel could breathe again.

 

Angel was flushed from the kiss, panting heavily. He felt light headed and hot from just that kiss. As kisses went, the phrase “taking my breathe away” came to mind.

 

He could feel his cock straining below, wanting some relief, but right now was about Alastor. He didn’t mind not getting off if he got to take care of Al for once. Al had been so generous and willing in bed in these past few days, he loved it when he actually let him do stuff to him instead of the other way around.

 

Angel wasn’t thrilled about the mess in his fluff, which is mostly why he hated people doing it and made it off limits, but he didn’t mind it in this instance. It somehow felt good to be covered in Alastor’s scent, it made him feel owned….but in a good way. Even though it was a bit uncomfortable he’d get his own reward in Alastor finally having to take a shower with him.

 

Alastor climbed off the beauty below him as he settled next to him in bed. The Post orgasmic glow was waning and he felt bad when he noticed Angel hadn’t found release as well.

 

Alastor turned his doe’s head toward him to give him a gentle kiss and asked, “Would you like me to wash you now, darling?”

 

Angel had been distracted by lusty thoughts of a steamy shower together and broke out of his daze at the words.

 

He visibly perked up and said, “I’d love that Smiles. Are ya gonna take good care a me?”

 

“Oui, indeed mon Cher,” Alastor said huskily.

Notes:

Translations:

“Sai che questa vista è piuttosto sorprendente.  Sembri così sexy spingendo il tuo cazzo caldo tra i miei seni.  Potrei venire dal solo guardare.”
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“You know this view is quite amazing. You look so sexy pushing your hot cock between my breasts. I could come from just looking.”

“Verrai per me?  Mi dai il tuo seme, mio cervo?”
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“Will you come for me? Will you give me your seed, my buck?”

 

This is what I used to inspire Al's mom's ring, it's so cute! Link

And here's Al's and his moms favorite song, "Thinking of You".

Chapter 10: Aftercare at its finest

Notes:

Sorry it took so long to get this out, I've been a bit busy with other fics for my discord see:

The Backup Bunny
&
Let them eat Cake

As well as finishing some betaing, sorry for taking so long Hela! 😅
Spring Break Fun by Whitewinds

EDIT:
BIG thank you to @shanimeartist for this absolutely lovely fanart from Chapter 10 of Primal Instincts! It's so friggen pretty!!!! 😆😆😆😍

I hope to write more of this soon so I don't leave y'all hanging for months at a time but I hope y'all like this 😊
This is seriously one of my favorite chapters, not just because of the sex but it has alot of tender moments in it that just made me sigh irl 🥰

Anyway enjoy! And PLEASE let me know if y'all like it, I truly appreciate it whenever I see comments on my work, it gives me such a confidence boost knowing people love the story 😁💗

Alastor got off the bed and carefully brought Angel close to the edge. As Angel went to stand on his own feet he stumbled and Alastor caught him in his arms.

 

Angel huffed again and said, “Guess I’m still a fuckin fawn ova here….can’t walk right now.”

 

Alastor smiled sweetly and swept Angel off his feet, carrying him bridal style. 

 

“No need to fret, ma chéri, I will take care of everything.”

 

Fuckin Christ that’s hot…

 

His dick jumped at the notion of literally being swept off his feet. Angel flushed at how effortless it was for Alastor to sweep him up and carry him to the bathroom. Angel was taller than Alastor and he picked him up like it was nothing! He was tempted to squeeze the biceps he could see bulging on Alastor’s tanned arms. Instead he licked his lips and swallowed the excess of saliva that had pooled in his mouth from his sudden arousal.

 

Alastor placed him gently on the closed commode and looked at the standard combination shower bathtub in his bathroom.

 

He couldn’t give Angel a bath at the moment as they would be floating about in Alastor’s spend instead of washing it off.

 

Although maybe later we can do that….

 

His traitorously possessive thoughts loved the idea of Angel being ensconced in his scent, of making everyone aware that he belonged to him.

 

Plus the fact that the standard tub was barely big enough for Angel, let alone the both of them.

 

He’d have to rectify this.

 

He snapped his fingers with a flourish and a large walk in shower appeared, complete with a spacious bench for him to rest his poor mate upon.

 

Angel’s eyes widened at the transformation. Instead of the frumpy old standard shower/bath, now there stood a lovely open shower space with an ornate glass door in front and a beautiful obsidian bench on the back wall.

 

He don’t even look tired afta that…just how much power does he have….

 

“Damn Smiles…..remind me ta call ya if I ever want to redecorate my room…” he murmured as he looked around, stunned.

 

His awed eyes took in the extravagant change and noticed the room had also gotten bigger to accommodate a very deep luxurious looking tub that had appeared at the other end of the room. It was made of a black shiny marble interspersed with intricate red designs lining the edge. It looked big enough for both of them to stretch out comfortably and still have space to spare.

 

“How- how’d ya do that?” 

 

Alastor smiled, glad that his mate took notice of his power. “Well my powers aren’t just for murder and mayhem you know, I am very versatile in this regard, my dear.”

 

“Now I believe perhaps we should start with a shower and perhaps a soak afterward? To soothe your pain?”

 

Angel almost whimpered at the care he was being provided with right now. He generally didn’t have aftercare ever, at all. 

 

Maybe when he got a nice John…a REALLY nice John he might get some snuggles or indirect affection…but this? This was new territory…and Jesus fuck was it melting him into a big old pile of goo…

 

Alastor carefully picked him up, trying not to jostle him too much and brought him into the shower area. He placed him carefully on the smooth obsidian surface. Angel felt the slight grainy lines under his fingertips of the smooth black tiles. The contrast of the different coloring of their bodies in the space was stunning. One tanned body devoid of hair except for a small red patch below his navel and a shock of red and black up top versus an all white furry body accented with pink designs. 

 

Angel looked hungrily over Alastor’s body as he turned to adjust the water to the correct temperature. It was lean with the barest hint of muscles and…..a flash of red and black hair came into view he had never seen before.

 

What tha fuck was that? 

 

Before he could ruminate further, Alastor turned back to him and sat down next to him. 

 

“Do you have any preferred body products? As you know I don’t generally take baths…” Angel gave him a stern stare, “but now I will! However, I don’t have any of your toiletries at the moment and I doubt you would prefer the plain bar soap we currently use.”

 

That was for sure.

 

There was no way in hell he wanted to get Alastor’s jizz out of his fur with bar soap, it would definitely fuck up his fluff.

 

“I got some special shampoos in my bathroom if you could get those. They’re betta fa my hair.” 

 

“Of course, mon ange,” Alastor said as he snapped his fingers and walked to the assortment of bottles that now lined the shelf on the wall.

 

“That pink bottle there is my shampoo, give it here and point the water this way.”

 

Alastor made no response. When Angel looked up at Alastor’s face, he noticed the buck looked puzzled.

 

Angel cocked his head, confused as to why he would look so bewildered. 

 

“What’s the matta Al?”

 

“…….Are you not going to remove all of your clothing before we begin?”

 

Angel frowned in confusion and was about to ask what he was talking about when it hit him. 

 

He still had his stockings on.

 

He never took them off in front of people. Not even Val, unless he ordered him to…

 

He hated his fucking feet.

 

Angel blushed in embarrassment and turned his body more inward trying to minimize the sight of his feet. 

 

“N-no, it’s fine, this is how I normally take a shower…”

 

That was a lie, and it looked like Al could tell.

 

His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at Angel’s nervous form. Alastor could tell he was uncomfortable but about what, he did not know.

 

Suddenly, Angel felt a presence very near the front of his legs and jolted. The red fluffy ears of the radio demon met his gaze and he looked down into soft red eyes as Alastor spoke.

 

“What is wrong, mon ange? You can tell me. I promise I would never do anything you don’t want me to but I feel it would be much better if you were completely unclothed.”

 

Angel looked away and bit his lip, feeling the threatening dampness at his eyes.

 

“I- …..I know, I just- I don’t like people seein my feet…” he trailed off into a whisper.

 

Alastor looked at the long stocking clad appendages. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with them, perhaps he had scarring the same as him and didn’t wish to see it.

 

“Why not, cher? There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with them?”

 

Angel winced and looked down at his most hated feature.

 

“C‘mon Al... are ya blind?.... They’re fuckin ugly. I hate my feet…” He could feel a frustrated tear escape his eye, embarrassed that he was getting so emotional over something like this, he quickly tried to change the subject.

 

“But anyway, c'mon daddy ya gonna wash me or wha-“

 

He felt a slight pressure at his knee cap. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down.

 

Al’s lips were gently pressed against the soft material of his stocking. He lovingly took the leg in his hand and caressed the calf tenderly as he moved his lips in tandem.

 

 

As he reluctantly parted with the smooth alabaster expanse of silky hair, he looked skyward and said, “You’re beautiful mon ange. All of you.”

 

Angel really needed that spray of water to hit him right about now as he could feel his eyes start to blur.

 

He chuckled weakly and said, “Well, now I know ya blind.”

 

Alastor gave him a small smile and drifted back down, grasping a leg in his hand. Angel’s face turned fearful again as he moved his hand towards the top of his stocking.

 

Alastor got up slightly and moved forward to bring Angel’s lips to his own in a chaste comforting kiss.

 

“I swear to you, mon ange, you are perfection in my eyes. There is no part of your body that I do not love. Please trust in me.”

 

Angel’s heart skipped a beat at the word.

 

Even though it was said in reference to his body he still felt a fluttering in his belly from the compliment. 

 

Angel could feel the rosy blush rising across his cheeks, he hoped Alastor didn’t notice…

 

Missing the raised flush on his cheeks, Alastor waited for a moment. When Angel looked calm again he moved back down slowly and brought his hands back to the top of his stocking.

 

“What is your color, darling?” He asked while slipping his fingers under the top of the stocking and drifting his fingers through the downy fur there. Angel could feel the delicate sensations, a tremor passed through him at the pleasure it evoked. 

 

“G-green,” he choked out, too lost at feeling that sinuous fingertip glide through his fur, lighting his knee on fire. He didn’t know why the fuck it was affecting him so much. It could be because he never let anyone touch his legs, ever. But it might also have to do with it being Alastor doing the touching.

 

He didn’t know and he didn’t care at the moment. 

 

He felt the soft caresses along the length of his leg as Alastor slowly lowered his stocking until his foot lay bare. 

 

Angel looked down, embarrassed again. No one had seen his foot in at least 60 years. Not since the first, and last, time Val had tried to get him to do a foot job porno.

 

It had not gone well. 

 

His confidence had tanked as soon as Val and the guy he was supposed to fuck had started remarking loudly how ugly it was and wondering how he could have such a hot body with such ‘gross’ feet.

 

He’d refused to do anymore after that and Val had agreed on the basis that no sane person wanted to pay to see that anyway.

 

He was surprised again when he felt his leg lift in Alastor’s hands and felt a hot mouth and wet tongue on the top of his foot.

 

To say Angel was shocked would be an understatement.

 

He felt his head tilt back unconsciously, his eyes closing gently in sweet abandon. 

 

Why does it feel so fuckin good?

 

He gasped as Alastor rubbed the pads of his feet firmly, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to grant the buck a satisfied moan. His fingers clenched against the bench when Alastor’s teeth grazed one of his toe beans, the mixture of pain and pleasure making him squirm.

 

Hot, wet kisses met the lightly furred skin of his foot, burning pleasure scorched at the points where Alastor sucked or nipped marks into his skin as he journeyed up. A burning trail of pulsing fire ran up his leg at every caress, kiss, and bite straight to his rigid cock which ached for attention. 

 

His mouth parted slightly when Alastor moved to inflict the same torturous pleasure on his other leg. 

 

By the time Alastor was done assaulting the opposite side, he was a writhing blissed out mess slumped against the wall. Angel longed to touch himself but he wanted Alastor to touch him more. 

 

Angel's breath hitched as Alastor made his way to Angel’s inner thighs and started laving the area with his tongue.

 

“AH!” 

 

Alastor looked up to Angel, small droplets of blood on his lips after he bit into the junction where his thigh met his groin. It was a sensitive area.

 

Alastor reveled in his reaction and traced the outline of his bite with the flat of his tongue, soothing the angry red skin while also indulging his cannibalistic tendencies. Alastor compared Angel's blood to the rarest vintage of wine he could possibly find, exquisite in taste and positively addicting. 

 

Angel let out a whimper from above. The glide of that hot tongue across his new marking sent chills throughout his body, a bolt of lightning going straight to his leaking hardness and slick slit. 

 

Angel, panting now, looked down and saw Alastor getting closer to his weeping member.

 

The very sight of Alastor on his knees in front of him looking for all the world like he’d rather be here than anywhere else made Angel moan pitifully, yearning for those lips to taste his flesh.

 

The sounds from above made Alastor ravenous to gorge himself on the treasure that lay before him. He wanted to hear more delectable sounds of his doe’s sinful delight.

 

He placed his tongue at the bottom of Angel’s rock hard cock and traced the length of it until he came to the mushroom head. 

 

Angel shivered on the bench, he couldn’t take much more of this teasing. He needed heat, he needed the warm wet mouth of his buck wrapped around him, bringing him to the brink of madness.

 

“P-Please~”

 

Alastor’s ear perked up at the whimpered plea. He looked up into the glistening gaze of his mate, his desperate need could be seen plainly etched upon his face. Alastor loved how much Angel wanted his affections, how needy his doe was for him, it was a rapturous feeling.

 

“God, p-please Al, I need it…”

 

Alastor decided to take pity on his poor mate, wrapping his lips around the head and swirling his tongue. Angel let out a gasping sob, sweet pleasurable relief finally dulling the ache that had him squirming on the smooth bench. He felt lightheaded, the hot steamy air stifling him. 

 

Angel felt so hot, bolts of lightning shooting to his core from Alastor’s ministrations. He longed to be filled but knew even now he was still sore and it would only prolong his recovery time if they tried anything. 

 

Almost as if hearing his thoughts, one of Alastor’s hands, which had been on Angel’s thighs to hold him in place, traveled to lightly stroke Angel’s pussy, circling his clit. 

 

Angel made an unintelligible sound and started to babble incoherently at the dual pleasure. He tried to find something to hold to stabilize himself. His hands settled on Alastor’s rapidly elongating antlers. 

 

Alastor felt himself grow harder at Angel holding his head in place. He loved it when he did that. It meant he was doing well. 

 

Alastor took more of the length in his mouth as his fingers drifted over his opening while circling the hooded nub on his sex. 

 

“AHH Hah! Ffffuck, ah god please Al! Please let me come! Ti voglio così tanto che fa male!”

 

Alastor reached down and palmed his erection, his eyes glowing with his heightened arousal. 

 

He would endeavor to learn Italian just so he could understand what his mate was saying when in the throes of passion.

 

He added more pressure to his strokes to Angel's clit and took in as much of Angel’s erection as he could. 

 

“FUCK AL!”

 

Angel bucked at the sensation causing Alastor to gag. He involuntarily swallowed around the shaft and Angel let out a hoarse shout. Angel could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, if he didn’t come right now he felt he might just double die. 

 

After some time adjusting to the cock partially down his throat, Alastor started bobbing his head, going faster as Angel let out soft breathy whimpers with each movement. This was worth it. All of it was worth it for the heavenly sounds gracing his ears. The salty precome coated his tongue as he frantically bobbed on the member in his mouth. 

 

The taste of Angel’s precum made him moan loudly around the twitching dick in his ravenous maw. The powerful vibration of his moan surged through Angel and pushed him over that razor sharp edge into oblivion. 

 

Angel let out a keening cry of desperation as his eyes rolled into the back of his head in orgasmic bliss. He pulled Alastor by the antlers, forcing his cock as deeply down Alastor’s throat as it could go. Alastor’s eyes widened and he groaned from the rough treatment, his nose pressed against the soft fur of Angel’s happy bush. The heady scent of his mate filled his senses and pushed him to completion as well. He breathed heavily through his nose as he felt Angel come in his mouth.

 

Alastor tasted the salty spend filling his mouth and coating the back of his throat. He had only briefly tasted his seed when they made love this morning but now that he was able to savor the moment he found it was just as delectable as his juices. 

 

Speaking of which…

 

Alastor released the cock in his mouth with a pop and let a mischievous grin adorn his face as he moved his face down to Angel’s gushing hole.

 

He hungrily gazed at the pink puffy lips of Angel’s aroused sex, carefully parting it to ogle at the glistening hole ready for his special attention.

 

“Exquisite,” he said aloud before diving in to have a taste.

 

“Ahhhh ahh oh my god, mmmmmph too much! It’s too much! Mmmaahh!” 

 

Angel was practically sobbing in oversensitivity as Alastor ‘cleaned his mess’ by lapping at the juices flowing out of his dripping channel.

 

“Please mio cervo! Agh! Please kiss me,” Angel said pleadingly, as he struggled to control his breathing. His body trembled from the powerful aftershocks of his orgasm and Alastor’s continued efforts. He felt overdrawn and wanted something to ground him. 

 

“Gladly, mon chérie,” Alastor said after he had finished cleaning Angel’s southern lips of its heavenly nectar thoroughly with his tongue. 

 

He moved up and ensconced Angel in his arms to calm his shivering. He moved his forehead to Angels as he breathed in the perfect scent of his mate. 

 

“My doe…” he whispered out as he moved in carefully to press his lips against his mates. He poured all of the confusing emotions he was feeling into the kiss. 

 

Alastor felt like his head was in the clouds and discerned a strange jostling movement in his belly, almost like wings. He wasn’t sure what this was, but he didn’t mind it so much. It made him feel….full, complete.

 

He continued to move his lips against Angels, coaxing him into opening his mouth so he could share his taste with him. Angel moaned at the taste of his own spend. He was surprised Smiles would be ok with this sort of thing but he guessed the rut was making him more lewd than he normally would be. Angel slowed down the kiss, feeling tired from their fun. Alastor reluctantly ended the kiss when he sensed his doe’s waning energy. 

 

“Are you feeling tired Angel?” Alastor asked in concern. 

 

“A bit yah, but I still need ta get clean and I wouldn’t mind a soak.” Angel said sleepily.

 

“Not to worry, mon chérie. I will take care of you.”

 

Alastor wet his fur, then picked up the pink bottle from before and gathered a bit of the liquid in his hands as he set about shampooing his mate from top to bottom. 

 

Angel was too tired to protest when Al started cleaning his legs. He was still self conscious of them but…..he felt a bit better about them, more so than he had in all the years he’d been down here. Just knowing that Alastor saw them and accepted them, said they were beautiful even…meant more to him than he could possibly know. He still hated them but maybe he hated them less now he knew his buck liked them. 

 

It was a bit stupid to think of, changing his opinion based on someone else’s but he felt he needed to let some things go in his life and maybe this was one of them.

 

He felt the suds drifting down his body as Al massaged the fragrant shampoo into every inch of him. He focused heavily on his lower extremities, making sure he was clean. Angel squirming whenever he touched an area that was sensitive, or his delicate chest fluff. He made sure to use extra care with the fluff on his chest, lathering the soap into his tits, brushing a thumb against his nipple causing Angel to gasp. They were face to face, Alastor watching for any reactions Angel might have to his delicate movements. Angel nipped at Al’s lips in warning. He was still tired and though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak… at least for the moment. Alastor‘s eyes softened at the non-verbal command and he gently pressed a kiss to his forehead in apology.

 

The most relaxing part came when he got to Angel’s head. He’d heard about couples washing each other’s hair before. It was supposed to be romantic or something. It did actually feel really good…. So soothing, so comforting. He felt the long nimble fingers of his mate run through his silky strands, massaging his scalp in smooth even strokes. He almost whimpered when the stroking fingers left his scalp, having completed their task.

 

Then it was time to rinse. Alastor held him aloft in front of the spray, gently holding him with one strong arm as the other went to work.

 

He caressed his body, stroking his fingertips through his Doe’s sleek fur, making sure no soap was left behind.

 

It was a surprisingly intimate feeling, being washed. Angel supposed he’d never been close enough to someone to let them wash him, DEFINITELY not with his stockings off. 

 

As Alastor went to turn off the water, Angel halted him. 

 

“Ain’t you gonna wash too?”

 

Alastor looked at the shower knob then back to Angel. 

 

“….I suppose I can wash myself?”

 

“Naw fuck that, I wanna wash ya. Get ova here so I can reach.”

 

Alastor was amused that Angel looked so eager to wash him, it was quite adorable. He could see the giddy excitement light up his face as he sat beside him on the bench and gave him the shampoo and soap. 

 

He made Alastor wet his hair under the water and started lathering the rose scented shampoo into his hair. He was partial to gardenias usually but figured Al didn’t need to smell more like the flower to him. It would have been overpowering if he’d grabbed his usual shampoo.

 

Alastor was in heaven. Not only did the shampoo smell like his favorite flower, but the long dexterous hands massaging his head felt wonderful. He’d never felt so relaxed. He had a stray thought about animals in the wild grooming each other as a form of affection, that was derailed when he felt Angel’s other hands touch his shoulders. 

 

Angel means to clean my whole body, I suppose….

 

His hands were slick with soap as they rubbed into his skin, making their way down his chest, to his groin, light touches dancing there. It seemed Angel was trying not to excite him too much so they could have a soak. He then turned around so Angel could reach his back. 

 

He sat there for a moment, waiting for the hands to continue their journey. When no hands met his flesh he turned his head around to see what was happening.

 

Angel’s eyes were widened in shock, the bottle frozen upside down still pouring soap into his hand which was now overflowing. Angel’s mouth was agape and he was staring down towards his posterior. Alastor confusedly looked down to see what could possibly cause such a reaction.

 

Oh.

 

Angel was staring at his tail.

 

Alastor rolled his eyes, he wasn’t ashamed of his more animalistic features per say but he’d taken to hiding his tail from the public eye to protect his reputation. 

 

During his first few years in hell, people would be horrified and intimidated by him and his devastating powers...that is until they saw his tail. They would fawn over it as if he were a cute little puppy, some more idiotic souls would scorn it or worse ridicule it. Those sinners did not live to tell any tails, HA! Ever since then, he’d decided it would be more practical to just hide it under his clothes and be done with it.

 

Now, however, it seemed he’d inadvertently captivated his mate with it and was curious what he was thinking. 

 

“YOU HAVE A FUCKIN TAIL?!? HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT NOTICE THAT BEFORE?!?! IT’S. SO. CUUUUUUTE!!!”

 

Alastor was alarmed at this response. He didn’t think Angel would be so…enthusiastic about his tail.

 

Angel brought his hands together as he pleaded to Alastor, “Please!!! Please can I touch ya tail?!?”

 

Generally he didn’t let anyone touch him, let alone his tail, but he was curious of how it might feel and he wanted his mate to be happy so he acquiesced.

 

“Yay!”

 

Alastor gave a soft smile, happy to see Angel was having fun.

 

Angel continued rubbing the soap into his form until he got to his tail. The red and black deer tail wiggled slightly in anticipation of the fingers and Angel let out a surprised gasp. Alastor could almost see the hearts forming in his eyes, so enraptured was he by the fluffy red and black deer tail. At the first touch Alastor felt a jolt of pleasure rush through his spine. He suppressed a gasp at the sensation but let out a moan when Angel ran his fingers through the soft fur at its base. An embarrassing whimper left his mouth when Angel grasped the tail by the base and stroked outward, following the flow of the fur. He wasn’t aware it would be so sensitive…

 

Angel was over the moon at the new discovery. Not only was it cute as fuck BUT if he was right it was also a really sensitive area. He was gonna have a lot of fun with this!

 

As much as he wanted to continue they needed to hurry up and finish so they could soak and hopefully help him recover faster. So he grudgingly left the cute little tail alone and finished soaping Alastor up. 

 

He’d really wanted to linger on Al’s ass and cleft but decided to leave it for later. He’d make sure they took another shower together before this rut was over. Plus next time they’d have actual shower sex, hell maybe even wall sex. 

 

God, wall sex sounds so good right about now…stupid vagina!

 

They finally finished cleaning as Al rinsed himself and he looked down at his squeaky clean doe. He smelled like a fantastic blend of his favorite culinary delights and his favorite flowers, ensconced in all his favorite things. Such a happy coincidence.

 

Angel held his arms up playfully, waiting to be picked up. Alastor’s heart tripped over itself at the sight as he moved to pick up his doe and carry him to the new tub. 

 

He sat him on the edge while he got the hot water ready. After he was done, he gently lifted his mate and sat in the tub, placing his doe upon his lap. 

 

“Are you comfortable, mon Ange?”

 

Angel let out a satisfied sigh at the hot water easing his muscle cramps. He felt better already. 

 

“Yah Smiles, this really hits the spot.”

 

He gazed softly down at Alastor, moving in closer. He nuzzled his face against Al’s cheek, lowering his eyelids while his lips sought out Alastors. Alastor met him halfway, closing his eyes as well while they shared a soft kiss. The kiss quickly grew deeper, soft pliant lips seeking out their partners with each tilt of the head. Gentle pleased sighs escaped their mouths when their tongues languidly danced with one another, neither overtaking the other, content to just bask in each other’s company. Alastor let out a muffled groan when Angel decided to playfully suck on Alastor’s tongue. Eventually though they had to come up for air so Angel slowed it down and gave him a final tender kiss. They sat panting against each other, trying to catch their breath. Angel smiled fondly, thinking how lucky he was to be here now with someone like Alastor as his mate. 

 

Angel’s smile turned into a sly grin however when he felt a hardness growing underneath him. He wiggled his hips a bit, pretending to adjust himself on Alastor’s lap. A hiss escaped Alastor's lips at the sudden movement. He looked up into the mischievously gleaming and oh so innocent eyes of his mate. He wanted to give him a disapproving look but realized he didn’t have it in him. He just couldn’t resist Angel.

 

It was remarkable how quickly his libido refilled when Angel was around. He’d already come twice today and yet here he was, hard again. It was almost overwhelming, never having had these urges in the past and needing to fulfill them. Thankfully, his mate was generous in that regard and wanted to make sure he was well taken care of.

 

Instead he moved his hand down in the water to possessively grab Angel’s hip and draw him closer to his form. He motioned Angel to lean against him for support. They’d both had a long day and even though his body was interested, at the moment he just wanted to be able to hold his doe and find comfort in his company.

 

Angel leaned against his chest, feeling the exhaustion from before return after his apparent second wind. He put his head in the crook of Al’s neck and closed his eyes, soft puffs of breath brushing over Alastor’s neck as his doe let the water relax him into a peaceful slumber. He stayed for a little while longer, thinking. 

 

He’d never had a sex drive before…what was it about Angel that completely turned his world upside down. It could purely be a chemical reaction, although he hoped it wasn’t. From their talks and interactions in the past 4 days they’d gotten to know each other a bit better and it seemed like they related on most things. Speaking of which, Alastor wanted to know more about him. 

 

Alastor had divulged quite a wealth of information to Angel about his past but knew very little of his. He hoped Angel would be willing to open up to him so they could continue to get to know one another. 

 

He wanted to know everything. 

 

With a sigh, he carefully gathered the sleeping beauty into his arms against his bare chest and grabbed a towel as he brought him to bed. He delicately, so as not to wake him, went about drying his fur to the best of his ability as he tucked him in for a well deserved nap. 

 

Alastor glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was now evening. He decided to work on dinner for his mate as they’d expended a lot of energy today and he was sure he’d be hungry when he woke.

 

As he cooked he thought of what exactly being soul mates entailed for their situation. He found he was growing more and more fond of the arachnid the more he learned about him. He both worried and anticipated what might happen towards the end of his rut. Would he find that what he was feeling diminished at that time? Or would he find that they stayed true and flourished? His body was full of confused feelings he didn’t fully grasp the meaning of but he calmed himself with the knowledge that he still had time to ruminate and figure out what they meant. 

 

He finished their meal and brought it into the bedroom. Angel was still asleep, he must have been more tired than he’d let on. Alastor set down the food nearby and made his way to lie beside him. With this he could finally study Angel while he slept. He watched his rosy pink lips move with each soft inhalation. His long dark eyelashes hid his lovely heterochromic eyes that shone so bright. His smooth glossy hair hung in loose curls, giving his face a more feminine look. He could spend hours looking at this face, but he supposed that might be considered rude.

 

He brought his hand up to gently drift through Angel’s silky tresses. His hair had dried by now and felt wonderful against his skin. He marveled at its texture. As he continued petting Angel’s hair he noticed the corner of his lips curve into a small smile. The head he was stroking unconsciously leaned into the motion and Alastor’s heart skipped a beat. It was amazing how responsive his doe was to him, even when asleep. But he needed to wake him so they could eat their meal before it grew cold.

 

He leaned his head forward more and started laying a trail of soft kisses on his forehead, each eye, each cheek, and finally down to his mouth. With each kiss his angel stirred just a bit more, the final kiss to his lips waking him as he returned it with equal fervor. When they parted Angel murmured out, “Ya know, a guy could get used ta wakin up like this.”

 

He softly pressed his lips to Alastors, a gentle peck that spoke more than words could. 

 

“So what’re we doin?” Angel asked groggily as he played with the strands of Alastor’s hair hanging down around his face. Alastor’s gaze softened at the gesture and gently cupped his face, sweeping a thumb over Angel’s cheek in adoration. 

 

“We’re eating dinner, mon belle ange.”

 

Angel leaned into the hand and said playfully, “Ohh ya addin words now huh? I probably shoulda asked what all the French things you were sayin meant a while back but I figured it would ruin the mystique.”

 

Alastor chuckled and said, “I said, ‘We’re eating dinner, my beautiful Angel’, is that alright?”

 

Angel’s face flushed, incredibly flustered he stammered out breathlessly, “Well….shit, now I wanna know all the otha things ya been sayin ta me….”

 

Alastor smirked and said, “Perhaps in time Angel, we can’t ruin all the surprises at once.”

 

Angel looked down, not wanting Alastor to see how flustered he was, even though he probably knew anyway….

 

Alastor shook his head at Angel, he loved it when he could drive his mate to the point of distraction. It reminded him that they were both new to this, Alastor in more ways than most. He would have been worried if Angel had never acted embarrassed around him at some point or another. It meant he cared what Alastor thought of him and that he was affected by his words. 

 

However, he cleared his head so he might get back to the task at hand. 

 

“So today I decided to try my hand at one of your dishes! I’ve made spaghetti and meatballs.”

 

Angel looked at him with a blank face, silent.

 

“You’ve neva made it before?”

 

“Well, no…but-“

 

“So how’d ya know how ta make it.”

 

“…………..there were instructions on the box?”

 

Angel brought his fingers up to pinch the bridge between his eyes. He didn’t speak for a long moment.

 

“You bought a box a pasta? My ma would be ashamed.” Angel giggled at the scared look on Al’s face. 

 

Alastor faltered, unsure if he should take the food back and make something else.

 

“Well c’mon, don’t leave me in suspense ova here. Let’s see how ya did, babe.”

 

Alastor cleared his throat nervously and straightened his posture as he went to get the tray, picking it up and placing it on the bedspread. He lifted the cover and there lay 2 steaming bowls of spaghetti covered in a tomato sauce with a few meatballs scattered in.

 

Angel eyed it skeptically. It looked ok, he supposed, but pasta from a box? His ma woulda disowned him if he bought and made pasta from a box, it was make it from scratch or nothin.

 

He took the offered utensil and carefully brought a forkful up to his mouth.

 

Alastor watched as he chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. 

 

Angel’s eyes swung over to Alastor, feeling his heavy gaze.

 

He smirked and looked back down at the bowl, “It ain’t bad, fa bein from a box that is. But don’t you tell no one I said that! My family would crucify me if they thought I ate store bought pasta.”

 

Alastor breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, overjoyed that his mate liked his cooking.

 

“BUT, next time I get ta make this. I gotta show you how much better it is when it’s made from scratch.”

 

They happily sat enjoying each other’s company while they ate. 

 

After they finished and cleaned up, Alastor inquired just how familiar he was with Italian cuisine. 

 

“Oh Smiles, ya got no idea. My family is Italian, my parents came ova from Italy actually and moved us to New York when we was real small. That’s how I got the accent and all but a course we still learned Italian and learned all the customs.”

 

“My ma was the cook though, she taught me everything I know.” Angel said wistfully, remembering his beloved mother.

 

“She would always make us lasagna, spaghetti alla carbonara, risotto alla milanese, gnocchi, all kinds of dishes. My favorite was her homemade cannolis. She used to put these little chocolate chips in the filling and powder just the right amount a sugar on them so they practically melted in ya mouth.”

 

Alastor could hear the fondness in his voice while he remembered his mother’s cooking. 

 

“It sounds delicious mon ange, maybe sometime we might share some and then I can share with you some of my mother’s beignets.”

 

Angel turned his gaze to look into his deep red eyes.

 

“I’d really like that, Al.”

 

The world blurred around them as they slowly gravitated toward one another, only seeing the other in their gaze. Their eyes closed as they moved forward to share a sweet kiss.

 

Alastor felt the heat deep in his belly growing hotter. He’d abstained earlier in the tub as he had figured surely their activities for the day would quench his lust, but it seemed not.

 

His lips still upon Angels he drew back and laid more soft kisses upon his lips as he guided him back into the pillows.

 

Angel’s hands slid over his shoulders unconsciously and clasped behind his neck as they moved their mouths in tandem. He stroked his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck gently, loving the shiver it evoked from his Buck.

 

Alastor tilted his head to the side and licked a stripe against Angel’s lips below him, asking for entry. Angel moaned at the motion, happily granting the tongue access. Their breath grew heavy as the kiss deepened, Angel squirming under the pleasurable onslaught. 

 

He’d never really given much thought to kissing before. Sure, it was fun every now and then, at least if you found someone who was good at it and they weren’t a complete sleeze. However, he’d never really seen it as a necessary precursor to sex. In shoots they didn’t give a fuck about love or even foreplay all that much, at least for him, it was mostly about him giving pleasure to the other actor. 

 

People wanted to pretend they were the other actor. They wanted to imagine they were getting a blow job from the famous pornstar Angel Dust. They wanted to see him giving handjobs, getting fucked in an alley, getting beaten and degraded, getting his face fucked, every kind of scenario you could think of. But giving him pleasure? Nope that doesn’t sell. 

 

Well…all that didn’t matter in this moment. 

 

In this moment, he realized he’d never truly experienced sex the way it was supposed to be until now. If he was forced to choose the thing about sex that he loved most of all right now, it would be this. 

 

Kissing.  

 

This simple intimacy that spoke to him of tenderness and reckless abandon all in one.

 

The way Alastor took control and stoked the fire within him with just the flick of a tongue was maddening. He could get addicted to these sorts of kisses. He’d gladly give up drugs for the rest of his life if he knew he could have these kisses anytime he wanted.

 

Angel was breathless under Al, his hands now tangled in the others hair as he pulled him deeper into their kiss. His other hands roamed the plains of Alastor’s clothed chest, eventually slipping under his sleep shirt to circle his hardening nipples.

 

Alastor groaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper into the wet recesses of his mouth. He nipped playfully at Angel's lips causing him to gasp and whine.

 

Angel tried to lift his leg up over Al’s thigh to pull him down for some friction but winced as his muscles seized up, pain flaring in his lower region.

 

Feeling him wince in their kiss, Alastor broke away and looked worriedly at Angel.

 

“Are you alright, mon biche?”

 

Angel sighed and pouted. 

 

“Yes…I still can’t move that much…”

Alastor looked tenderly down at his sulking doe.

 

“I’m sorry, darling. Would you perhaps like to just sleep?”

 

Angel’s erection had wilted with the pain that had flared so he figured it might be better to call it a night instead.

 

“Yah…guess that’s ok, are you good?” Angel asked while staring down at the erect member jutting out between Al’s legs.

 

Alastor flushed and said, “It will be fine, it should go away on its own.”

 

He didn’t want to trouble his mate with his silly urges, perhaps just holding Angel would will it away.

 

“I mean…I can help ya if ya want? Shouldn’t take too long.”


Alastor could hear the smirk in his words. Normally he’d take that as a challenge and endeavor to last as long as possible, but could feel the troublesome heat increase from the teasing offer. He felt guilty that Angel would be able to take care of him but he wouldn’t be able to return the favor. 

 

“It’s really no trouble, cher. I know you’re still sore and don’t want you to do anything more strenuous that will further harm you.”

 

Angel gave Alastor a deadpan stare. 

 

“You do know I actually like doin things with you, yah?”

 

“It don’t have to be ‘strenuous’, in fact, I’ve been wanting you to do this fa evah.”

 

He made Alastor straddle him, scooting him forward until Alastor sat just in front of his voluptuous breasts, his length a hair’s breadth away from Angel’s plump lips.

 

Angel looked up at Al with a gleam in his eye.

 

“I want you ta use my mouth howeva you want, got it?”

 

Alastor’s eyes widened as he looked down at the hungry stare Angel was giving his impossibly hard cock. Angel’s eyes moved back to gaze into his and he arched an eyebrow in a sultry manner.

 

Alastor swallowed with difficulty, his eyes hazing over as he nodded his eager acceptance.

 

Alastor threaded his hands tentatively through Angel’s hair on the sides of his head, unsure just how much pressure he should use or if he should try to be as gentle as he could. 

 

Noticing his nervousness Angel held up a hand to pause his motions. 

 

“Al, ya ain’t gonna hurt me, trust me. I’m a big boy and I can take some hair pulling and rough handling. In fact, I like it.” He punctuated his last sentence with a bold lick to the top of Al’s straining cockhead. He moaned at the taste of the precum that was starting to form at the top of the angry looking shaft that sat in front of him.

 

Alastor moaned shakily from above at the feel of a tongue lapping at his most sensitive area. His fingers clutched Angel‘s head, careful not to have his claws out but firm in his hold.

 

“You will tap my thigh twice if it becomes too much or if I hurt you, is that agreeable?”

 

Angel smiled up at him, touched by the gesture.

 

“Sounds perfect. Now lemme taste that dick again.”

 

Alastor carefully shuffled forward and gasped when he felt the warm wet slide of Angel’s tongue drift over his sensitive cock head again. Alastor shivered from the brief caress of lips to his heated flesh, so fleeting it was tempting him more and more to shove his way into that hot cavern.

 

Angel drifted his lips teasingly upon Alastor’s reddened mushroom head, darting his tongue out to swipe up the copious amount of precum that was starting to drool from its tip. He moaned at the taste, the vibrations making Alastor’s fingers twitch in Angel’s hair.

 

Each stroke of Angel’s tongue felt like a trail of fire, making him grow hotter every second. Lips trailed across his shaft, a tongue attacked the area behind his cockhead making him moan loudly and buck at the unexpectedly sensitive area, but still he wasn’t taken into Angel’s mouth. No, Angel just seemed intent on teasing him with those luscious lips. 

 

Angel started to give small deliberate kisses to his cockhead, his hot breath teasing him, while his tongue drifted out lazily every now and then to get another taste. The pace was maddening, excruciating, almost as if...

 

It’s almost as if he’s toying with me…

 

Alastor looked down and watched as Angel fluttered his eyelashes innocently while looking up at him. He slowly teased his tongue into his slit with a smug goading look on his face.

 

…Cheeky brat, fine!

 

Alastor inhaled sharply as he clenched his hands in Angel’s hair and pushed past those succulent lips into the warm wet recesses of Angel’s mouth. 

 

Fuckin finally! Angel thought with unrestrained glee. 

 

The hands in his hair tugged him forward, sliding that hard cock into his mouth and almost choking him with it. He was so close to touching the happy trail he was so fond of, if only Al’s knot hadn’t gotten in the way. He was curious if he could even wrap his mouth around it, seeing as he was already having trouble breathing with just the girth of it down his throat.

 

Alastor held him there for a second, relishing the lovely heat and pressure wrapped around his aching member. He wanted to let Angel adjust and give himself a moment of reprieve so he wouldn’t embarrass himself by coming so soon from this delicious feeling. Just as he was about to move back out to let Angel breath, he felt the swirl of a tongue wrap around his length, Angel’s throat tightly constricting around his dick as he swallowed reflexively. 

 

“Ahn! A-Angel!”

 

He looked down at the little minx and saw those same goading eyes taunting him. He felt Angel’s hands drift up along his hips, scratching slightly while he swirled his tongue. They ran up his slight abs, skimming across scar after scar, tracing them lovingly. Until they finally made it to their destination. They circled his nipples, twisting and tweaking them gently between thumb and finger. 

 

“MMph! Hah! Ah! Aaaaangel…” Alastor drew out his name in a low moan, thrusting forward instinctively as the sensations from his nipples drove him forward to seek more pleasure.


He gently thrust in and out of Angel’s mouth, he could see the glorious glisten of Angel’s saliva coating his member almost down to the knot. Shame he couldn’t fit it all in there, he was sure Angel was just as put out about that as he was. He could tell Angel would see it as a challenge but he knew it was a hopeless case. However, now was not the time to think of such things, not with Angel’s sucking the very life out of him.

 

He looked at the sheen on his cock hungrily, how he wanted to taste Angel’s juices again, feel him come in his mouth, coat his face with that lovely fragrant spend. He felt hotter just thinking about it. He sped up his thrusts a little, imagining Angel riding his face, allowing him to take him to heights he hadn’t been to before, watching as he slowly came apart under his eager touch. 

 

Alastor moaned low, panting as he rocked into Angel’s mouth. Angel hollowed his mouth out suddenly, sucking on Al’s cock as he continued to thrust. 

 

“Oh! Oh Dieu Ange! S’il vous plaît ne vous arrêtez pas! C’est magnifique!”


Angel groaned at the unexpected french words that burst forth from his mate’s lips. Alastor started frantically bucking his hips when he felt the vibration spasm through his cock and straight to the tightness forming in his belly. He felt that fire, that burning inferno urging him endlessly to take his mate. To claim him, make him his. He roughly started pulling Angel’s head onto his length, faster and deeper, as deep as he could go. Angel relished the attention, he felt like he was finally making headway, pun intended. He could practically see the taut strings of Alastor’s chivalrous tendencies start to fray at the seams. He wanted to feel the hands in his hair pull roughly, he wanted Al to fully submit to his animalistic side, let go of his inhibitions and become that ‘beast’ he so often worried about. He was on a mission and he would complete it come hell or high water.

 

He could feel Alastor waning in his thrusts, either from lack of stamina or he was nearing completion, but either way he was still holding back.

 

Angel couldn’t have that.

 

The pair of hands that weren’t still toying with Alastor’s nipples, which were roughly twisting and tweaking in their attempt to make Al let loose, were surreptitiously slathering lube on a finger that was drawing near Alastor’s bottom.

 

“AH!” 

 

Al shouted as he felt a hand card through the hair on his tail, gently at first but then it was grabbed and squeezed tightly. 

 

“MMPH! Angel! Ah! Yes! Yesss!”

 

He thrust vigorously into that wet heat, intent on making Angel swallow his cum. He wanted to see it dribble out onto those swollen lips, watch him struggle to swallow it all.


So focused was he on breeding his mate's divine mouth that he didn’t notice the slight touches to his perineum until it was too late. 

 

Angel smoothed a bit of lube into the crease of Alastor’s backside when he swiftly inserted a well lubricated finger into his tight pucker. 

 

Alastor threw his head back and shouted out hoarsely as he felt the intrusion.

“Oh god! A-A-angel! Ah! I-I’ve ne-ever felt this before ah!”

Alastor was fucking his mouth in earnest now. Angel could feel the last shreds of humanity leaving him as he desperately thrust his cock into his mouth, a wild gleam in his eye. Any inkling of being gentle flew out the window when Angel brushed his prostate with that finger. He chased his orgasm at the unexpected pleasure from that simple touch. 

 

Alastor had always wondered why Angel would like sex so much if he didn’t have a vagina. It didn’t seem feasible to him that a man could take pleasure from such a crude act in such an unexpected place but now he understood. If he could have this kind of pleasure with Angel he would definitely take the chance. Meanwhile, Angel saw to move his hand from Al’s tail and start vigorously jerking his dick, whose interest had been renewed by their actions and the totally debauched look on Alastor’s face. Alastor whined as Angel kept prodding that special place inside of him, causing him to buck faster and faster. 

 

He could feel the pressure build behind his eyes, the pleasure blinding and racing throughout all of his nerve endings as he felt himself reach the precipice. With a cry he thrust one last time into Angel’s gaping mouth, filling it with load after load of his white sticky seed. He felt convulsions from the body below as Angel met his end as well, small warm droplets of cum somehow making their way onto his lower back. He watched, enraptured, as Angel attempted to swallow all of his spend. It was a valiant effort but there was just too much. Alastor was captivated as he saw it run down his lip and into his white fur, pooling on the skin below. 

 

He wanted to lick it off. 

 

Alastor wasn’t sure where these depraved thoughts were coming from but he softly whimpered when Angel slowly removed the finger from his eager hole, almost regretfully. 

 

He felt his breathing come down and gently started removing his softened cock from the warm recesses of Angel’s mouth. Angel coughed and panted heavily, gulping in the refreshingly cold air, his breasts heaving in his efforts to catch his breath.

 

But Alastor had other plans. 

 

He quickly moved down on top of Angel, licking up any cum that had fallen from those rapturous lips. After he was satisfied with cleaning the seed that had dribbled onto his chest he licked a stripe up his chin, capturing those swollen soft lips with his own.

 

He coaxed Angel into opening his mouth so he could taste himself on his mate’s tongue. Angel whimpered at the powerful onslaught, gripping Alastor tightly as his head swam. He could feel the butterflies again, flapping even more frantically when he turned his head and deepened their kiss. The soft slide of lips against his made his heart clench. 

 

He wanted this.

 

He wanted this to be his forever. 

 

Angel’s brain felt fuzzy as he succumbed to the mind numbing sensations of Alastor thoroughly ravishing him. The wet breathy sounds of their affection were the only sounds heard throughout the room. Alastor sensing Angel’s energy waning slowed his lips, giving soft sweet kisses as he lulled his mate into a peaceful sleep. 

 

He had some unanswered questions about what Angel had done but decided his doe deserved rest after such a vigorous session. 

 

Angel had managed to get him to break, Alastor wasn’t sure what to think of it. He had enjoyed their experience to be sure but Alastor hated that he’d been so rough with him. Although Angel had seemed to enjoy it as evidenced by the dry spend littering his back. He snapped his fingers to clear their bodies of any fluids he may have missed and lay down beside his doe.

 

He propped himself up on one arm, gazing tenderly at the tranquil look on Angel’s face. So serene, so ethereal, Angel was beautiful.

 

He brushed his hair off to the side, gently stroking it as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his mate’s lips.

 

Alastor settled down beside him and brought him into his arms, tucking him under his chin securely as he let slumber overtake him as well.

Notes:

Translations:

Oh! Oh Dieu Ange! S’il vous plaît ne vous arrêtez pas! C’est magnifique! - Oh! Oh God Angel! Please don't stop! That's wonderful!

Ti voglio così tanto che fa male! - I want you so bad it hurts!

Chapter 11: Reconnecting

Notes:

I know I said I'd post 2 chapters together and I still will BUT I'm putting a small gap (1-2 days) cause I'm a comment whore and if y'all are like me y'all just read the 2 chapters and post a comment on the end one lol

DON'T HATE ME >_< XD

Anywho I hope y'all enjoy this and the next chapter will be out either tomorrow or the day after :)

Also c'mon cut me some slack, I posted it early AND I gave you porn! :P <3

Day 5

 

The soft snores of the two occupants of the room filled the peaceful silence of the morning. Angel stirred as he felt his mate’s breath tickle the top of his head. He groggily looked up to the calmly sleeping face of his buck, so peaceful and undisturbed. With a start, he realized Alastor barely had a smile on his face, obviously he couldn’t keep it up at all times.

 

Angel glowed inside that he was privy to such a sight, getting to see Alastor at his most vulnerable because he trusted him. 

 

Maybe…maybe this could work out.  

 

Maybe he could somehow get out of his contract with Val and live happily ever after….

 

Angel traced his fingertips along the side of Alastor’s face, enamored with the way he shifted slightly into his palm.

 

Angel ruefully thought about his contract. The day he’d signed it 70 years ago he had been on top of the world, thinking he’d made the best decision of his life. It hadn’t been long after that that he’d realized his grave mistake. 

 

Val hadn’t felt the need to “coddle” him any further once he’d gotten that signature.

 

His fingers stilled, the soft smile dissipating from his face.

 

Was Al only doing this because of the rut?

 

He knew his stupid crush was making him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long while. 

 

It was getting closer and closer into dangerous territory… but he couldn’t accept it, wouldn’t accept it. Not again.

 

He looked back up to that tranquil face, his inner thoughts taking a downward turn. 

 

Val had also been nice when he wanted something from him. He remembered the soft spoken words, the passionate sex, it was everything he’d ever wanted when he was alive.

 

And Val knew it.

 

Val had wanted his soul and Angel had wanted to be loved. It seemed like a match made in heaven.

 

He’d fallen into Val’s company in a whirlwind of drugs, sex, and drunk on a love that had never even existed.

 

He never wanted to go through that again. To belong to someone when they didn’t really love him. 

 

Al had never given him any reason to doubt him…but those thoughts still echoed around in the back of his head. Plagued the soft recesses of his mind. The painful memories of past mistakes. 

 

He couldn’t be sure of Alastor’s feelings until the rut was over, that was for sure. He didn’t think he could take it if all the soft words and affection were just placating endearments from his instincts in order to breed. 

 

Although…he supposed it would make it easier to let him go when the rut would inevitably end. He didn’t want to think what would happen once Val called him back to work again. 

 

A lone tear escaped his eye despite him. He just wanted to stay in this happy bubble forever. To not have to think about the cold reality that awaited him at the end of their sequester. Where he could pretend someone loved him for who he was and nothing more.

 

He sniffled a little, trying to pull his emotions back in before Al woke.

 

Unfortunately for him, Alastor must have sensed the atmosphere and blearily opened his eyes to see his mate silently crying.

 

“Mon Cher? What is it? Are you alright?”

 

Angel startled at his words, not expecting him to wake up while he was still trying to rein in his melancholy mood.

 

“U-uhh yah, I’m fine, I just….had a bad dream is all…”

 

Alastor could tell there was more to the scene than he led on but decided to let it go as Angel clearly didn’t want to discuss it.

 

He gathered his mate in his arms and held him protectively to his chest, letting him take comfort in his embrace if he needed it.

 

Angel couldn’t help the tears that escaped as he felt the arms encircle him to reassure him that he was not alone. 

 

This would be so much easier if he wasn’t so goddamn polite….I can neva tell if he’s doing stuff cause he feels like it’s the right thing to do or if he likes me.

 

Angel thought to all the times he had been pushed away with the “five foot rule” or when Charlie had looked blue and Alastor had swooped in and started a dance number to cheer the “poor demon belle” up. At the time he’d just been more annoyed than anything that he kept getting rejected. But… there were times that Alastor tried to cheer him up too. 

 

If he had a hard day at work and sat himself at the bar, Al would sometimes come up and tell him a randomly crazy story that usually got him to crack a smile at its sheer absurdity. He’d always thought maybe he just hated seeing sad people, or he was trying to earn brownie points with the princess to ‘prove’ he was good. 

 

Maybe he would hope it was true and that he could have something good for once.

 

Only time would tell.

 

Angel finally calmed back down and lifted his head, intent on ignoring his doubts and just living in the moment. 

 

Back to my happy bubble.

 

“Sorry bout that, ya know how it is, when ya feelings just slap ya in the face….heh.”

 

Alastor gave him an awkward smile and loosened his grip so he could bring Angel’s head level with his own.

 

“Not really, no. I don’t usually….hmm what’s the proper way to say this? I don’t exhibit my emotions like others. I rarely show anyone anything other than a smile. I’ve learned that people tend to use emotions against you so I don’t like to show any weakness.”

 

Angel moved in slowly and nuzzled his cheek sensually against Alastors like a cat rubbing up against another in greeting. Alastor’s body stiffened in surprise. He choked on his words at the unexpected pleasure from the sensation.

 

“You don’t seem ta have that same rule fa little ol’ me though? I’ve seen ya without ya smile a few times now.”

 

Alastor’s eyelids drooped as Angel moved his lips against his chin slowly, a goofy grin forming on his face. Alastor felt his mind go hazy as each touch of Angel’s lips against his skin made his heart skip, his stomach fluttering from the sensations. 

 

Mind gone, he struggled to find the words to answer Angel’s question.

 

“Y-yesss, well y-you Ah! You are my mate, I trust you…”

 

Angel’s face, which had softened at his words, drifted closer to his mouth while his fingers had made their way to the top of his head to rub the base of his antlers. His other hands were gliding over the sides of his body to squeeze his hips comfortingly.

 

Alastor squirmed as he felt a hand inch towards the top of his tail, gently stroking the base. He let out a low moan and Angel slotted his lips over his to catch it.

 

Angel felt his heart flutter as the familiar feeling of warmth spread through him from their kiss. He stroked Al’s bottom lip with his tongue and nibbled it playfully. Alastor gave a guttural growl at the motion and pressed in closer as he sought to claim control of their kiss. 

 

Alastor firmly turned Angel in his arms and propped himself on top, settling himself between Angel‘s legs which Angel eagerly widened to accommodate.

 

Breathy gasps escaped the pair as their kissing grew feverish. Angel turned his head to deepen the kiss and teasingly flitted his tongue against Al’s. Alastor moved forward again, his antlers growing larger as he dominated Angel’s mouth.

 

“Mmmph, mon ange? Are you feeling better today?”

 

Alastor could feel the fire growing in his body, his member was already hard and twitching against Angel’s thigh impatiently. He didn’t want to push Angel, but he needed relief. If Angel was still sore they could do other things or if Angel wasn’t amenable he could take care of it himself but it was starting to become painful from how aroused he was.

 

Angel felt the twitch of Al’s cock against him and flushed in arousal, his pussy already wet and aching to be filled.

 

“Yah, I think so, but I wanna be in control this time, at least before ya get too into ya rut.”

 

Angel smirked at the confused look on Al’s face.

 

“Of course mon biche, if that is what you prefer I will follow your lead.”

 

Angel smiled and turned them around again so he was on top of Al, straddling his hips.

 

“Ok, so no touchin unless I say so, got it?”

 

Alastor, bewildered by the request, nodded his head nervously. He knew Angel would take care of him but he was sure he was in for quite an adventure.

 

Angel leaned down and gave Alastor a firm kiss, opening his mouth and tugging Al’s bottom lip gently with his teeth. Al moaned and unconsciously raised his hands to hold Angel’s hips but stopped himself at the last moment, remembering Angel’s command. His hands stayed raised in the air for a moment before he placed them back on the bed and clutched at the sheets instead. 

 

This would be harder than he thought. He was so used to touching Angel at this point while they did sexual things it was practically second nature now to just explore to his heart’s content. But Angel had provided him one rule and he would abide by it so as to please his doe.

 

Angel smiled into the kiss, noticing when Alastor had stopped himself from touching.

 

Good boy.

 

He’d see how long Alastor would last before he begged to be able to touch him.

 

Angel drifted a finger under Alastor’s chin as he tilted it up to part their lips reluctantly. 

 

Alastor tried to chase his mouth but Angel sat back up and settled his hot wet slit right on top of Alastor’s aching cock.

 

Alastor hissed through his teeth, clutching the sheets with his claws as Angel slowly ground into the pulsing member below him. The movement was smooth, aided by the slippery substance dripping from Angel’s folds. Angel smiled deviously. He decided he didn’t want to put it in just yet, no, he wanted to feel the velvety hardness rub across his clit, making him gasp with each roll of his hips.

 

Angel felt the precum from Alastor’s member mix in with his own juices as he bucked down into Alastor. He gyrated his hips and could hear ripping and tearing as breathy moans spilled from Alastor’s lips.

 

Alastor’s resolve had started to crumble from the torturous teasing of the man above him.

 

He could do better than that, Angel thought sadistically.

 

He pulled out some of his moves from his many many years of lap dancing and pole riding. He lifted his hips in a way that almost felt like he was going to sink down on Alastor’s cock but changed direction at the last moment. He positioned himself down against Alastor’s chest, rubbing his clit against the head of Alastor’s angry length and took a pert nipple into his mouth making Alastor cry out. 

 

Alastor was panting, attempting to clutch the mattress beneath and to NOT touch the tempting vixen currently writhing on top of him. But he could feel the heat coursing through him rapidly, urging him to thrust up into that tight scorching slit.

 

Angel continued teasing Alastor’s cockhead while rubbing his clit against it faster, he could probably get himself off with just this alone but where would the fun be in that. 

 

Alastor grit his teeth, wanting so desperately to switch their positions and taste the intoxicating nectar that was currently drenching his cock.

 

Angel used one of his hands to tease Al’s other nipple, an intake of air sounding from the man below him, and swirled his tongue around the one in his mouth. A choked whine burst forth and Alastor started moving his head from side to side, determined not to move his hands. He wanted to disobey so badly, he wanted to ravage his mate, make him cry out, claim him.

 

“ Please…”

 

Angel paused his movements, looking up into the red hazy eyes of his buck. 

 

“Please mon belle ange, please I can’t take much more. I-I need you…”

 

Angel flushed at his words, and startled when Alastor inadvertently bucked up causing him to grind hard into Al’s dick, both of them moaning loudly from the movement.

 

Angel decided to take pity and he was reaching his breaking point as well, he sat back up to straddle Alastor and reached underneath to grasp Alastor’s cock in his hand.

 

“AH! Please mon biche! No more teasing! I need to be inside you!”

 

Angel positioned Alastor’s cock at the opening to his pulsating channel and looked down at the flushed debauched look on Alastor’s face. It was rapturous, knowing that he had such an effect on Alastor. It was a heady feeling to have been the only one to ever see Alastor like this, to hear his cries of desire, to see him so desperate he would beg. Angel whimpered as he slowly sat on the length, the slow burn of it inch by inch sinking into him, stretching him wide. 

 

Alastor was beside himself, he was finally feeling the throbbing heat of Angel’s pussy but he wanted to touch him, be closer to him, be able to give him pleasure as he wished. 

 

“Angel, please may I touch you now? I want to touch you so badly my doe.”

 

“Oh god…” Angel loved hearing him say that. The desperate possessiveness in his plea made Angel’s head spin, he still sank lower and lower until Alastor’s knot lay just below him, flush against his hole.

 

“Yesss…. Please touch me Al.”

 

Angel took Alastor’s hands and placed them on his breasts as he started to slowly rock on Alastor‘s shaft. Normally he was the kind to try to get sex done as quickly as possible so he could go home and get himself off properly but being with someone he actually wanted and being able to control the pace was orgasmic. His cunt sucked Alastor in greedily, his arousal coating Alastor’s member generously for a smooth glide. With his leisurely pace he was able to focus on every ridge of Alastor’s cock inside of him as they brushed new sensitive areas. He trembled when Alastor started kneading his mounds, tweaking and pinching his nipples just how he liked. Angel’s breathy whimpers egged him on further and Angel had to pause as Alastor sat himself up further on the pillows, his face now level with Angel’s voluptuous globes. 

 

Angel continued to ride Alastor, his pace still torturously slow but somehow more intimate. Alastor was delighted to feel the tight constrictions around him every time he’d pleased his doe. He could smell his arousal everywhere around him, making him salivate. He felt like he’d been conditioned at this point, as he fiercely wanted to throw him down and bring him over the edge just to have a taste of that intoxicating spend. Instead, Alastor leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, savagely teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Angel bucked roughly at the sensation and wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck while he cried out in pleasure.

 

Alastor growled low in his throat, he wanted to give Angel control but his inner beast was having a hard time complying when it felt Angel increase his pace with that thrust. Alastor grabbed Angel’s ass and, squeezing the globes possessively, lifted him up only to force him down roughly into his hips below. Angel threw his head back and let out a sharp cry, trembling as he felt Alastor’s knot slightly slip in.

 

“Ah! Hah! Ohh fuuuck Al! Holy shit! Mmmm, please fuck me, I want ya ta breed me! Please!”

 

Alastor didn’t need to be told twice, he sat the rest of the way up, and started lifting Angel up and slamming him back down roughly over and over again. He propped his feet up behind Angel to aid in thrusting up frantically into that tight wet cunt as he let the beast take hold.

 

Angel was incomprehensible, the relentless pounding from Alastor’s insatiable cock below made him hold onto Alastor for dear life. His g-spot was being pummeled to within an inch of its life and his clit was consistently caressed with every sharp thrust into his slick gushing channel.

 

Angel could feel the beginnings of his climax, letting out a keening cry when he felt Alastor pushing him further down on his knot. The fullness of it felt so good but it made him tremble in overstimulation as Alastor continued to thrust up frantically, pushing more and more of it in.

 

Right when he felt the tightness in his gut cinch and explode, Alastor leaned forward and captured his lips in a deliciously possessive kiss. He felt Alastor unload into him, his warm sticky seed filling his channel with an endless supply of cum. With the amount of cum Alastor had released inside of him already he’d have been nervous of getting pregnant if he were a woman. But as it stood that was impossible, sinners couldn’t get pregnant.

 

Alastor gently broke their kiss and their breath intermingled as they panted heavily against one another. A sheen of sweat clung to their brow while they attempted to get their bearings.

 

Alastor, finally calming down, hesitantly moved forward and nuzzled his nose into Angel’s cheek, closing his eyes as he relished in the feeling of Angel’s skin against his. It was a terribly intimate gesture but he wanted this closeness, this reassurance that this was real. That his mate was in front of him, finally here with him, forever .

 

He felt that strange fluttering in his stomach again as he gazed adoringly into Angel’s furiously blushing face. 

 

Angel was so surprised by the unexpectedly tender nuzzle, it made him turn red, his face heating up even while he felt his heart skip a beat.

 

His face tingled where Alastor had brushed against it, and he fought the urge to trace it with his hand.

 

Alastor broke through tranquil silence that had filled the room.

 

“So, was that….alright?”

 

He hoped he hadn’t been too rough again. He didn’t want to hurt his doe with their mating.

 

Angel smiled softly and traced a hand down the side of his face. 

 

“It was amazing Smiles, ya gettin real good at this y‘know.”

 

Alastor beamed, his whole face lighting up at the praise. 

 

Suddenly a thought occurred to him, he looked worriedly down at their joined bodies.

 

“I- you are not feeling any discomfort at this time, are you?”

 

Angel wiggled his hips pulling a gasp from both of them at the slight twinge from the connection. 

 

“Naw, I think it’ll be fine, I think the first time was cause ya basically took my virginity…” Angel still felt embarrassed about that. Imagine him being overwhelmed by sex, who woulda thought.

 

“I think my pussy is gettin used to your knot so it hurt less this time. It actually felt pretty good if I’m honest.”

 

Alastor was relieved. He didn’t know what he would have done if Angel had been bedridden by him again. Not because he was worried about his rut but because he hated the idea of Angel feeling pain or being made helpless because of his actions. He only wished to take care of and please his mate. 

 

“So uh… I don’t know about you but I’m kinda hungry….. do ya know how long it takes fa this ta go down?” Angel said while gesturing at his knot.

 

Alastor furrowed his brow. 

 

He didn’t actually.

 

“I am not sure, we usually take a nap after so I’ve never been awake to check.” Alastor said sheepishly.

 

Angel gently nudged Alastor to lie back against the pillows so he could snuggle on top, stuck straddling his mate for the time being. 

 

“Well I ain’t that tired but I won’t blame ya if ya nap a bit.”

 

Alastor wasn’t tired either and he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

 

Now might be the perfect opportunity to learn more about his mate, seeing as they were quite literally stuck together, Ha!

 

“Seeing as we’re a bit stuck at the moment would you perhaps like to talk about anything?”

 

Angel lifted his head to look at him, wondering where he was going with this.

 

“Like what?”

 

“Well…. Say about your family or… your childhood, anything really, cher. I just- I would love to know more about you, if you’d like to tell me, that is.”

 

Angel put his head back down and hid his face in the crook of Alastor’s collar. 

 

This is good, right? He wants ta know more about me, Val neva did that… all he wanted ta know was how good I was in bed. 

 

Angel flushed and hugged Al tighter, hope filtering through him at the thought that he might want to get to know him cause he liked him.

 

Alastor fret over his shy reaction, had he upset him?

 

“I’m sorry mon ange, did I upset you? You don’t have to tell me anything if you do not wish it, I merely-“

 

“No! No, I- it’s fine Smiles I just- ya surprised me with that a little. I’d be happy ta tell ya about growin up and all that.”

 

“I guess ya know I’m from New York already but did I eva tell you about how I was in the mafia?”

 

Alastor was intrigued, he’d vaguely heard of their dealings when he was a radio host but hadn’t really paid attention as it didn’t pertain to his area.

 

“No, I don’t believe so…so you were part of the mafia? What did that entail?”

 

Angel thought for a moment, “Well it was mostly just followin my pops orders. Ya know, pick up money, toss a stiff in the lake with some cement shoes, help my brother with a hit if he needed it. Arackniss was the golden child, pops always liked him more…. Especially afta my ma died.”

 

Angel’s voice grew small as he recounted the night to Alastor.

Notes:

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Chapter 12: Painful Memories

Notes:

See that wasn't so bad, was it? :P

Well here's the chapter I've been waiting to show cause it's heartbreaking and tells you alot about Angel's character.
When I wrote it I showed it to my non-hazbin loving friend and he just said, "that was fucking dark" so I figured job well done XD

I hope y'all like it and please let me know what y'all think! :D

<3

Trigger Warning:
Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic slurs, Violence, Attempted Murder, Drug Abuse

 

He remembered the night his mother died vividly. 

 

Angel had been 12, just on the cusp of being a man, when his mother had fallen ill. The doctors had said it was pneumonia, that she’d probably gotten it from being outside in the cold too long. It was New York so it could get pretty cold during the winter but Elena Ragni had wanted to have a snow day with her kids once in a while. 

 

It was during a week when Henry had gone on a business trip and Elena had wanted to make the best of it. Anthony and Marie had made snow angels with her and Aurelio had reluctantly helped them make a snowman despite him being 15 and clearly too old to be doing stuff like this. 

 

It had been such a fun day. 

 

When she caught a little cold they hadn’t thought anything of it. 

 

Not until it grew much worse.

 

As much of a bastard Henry was, Angel thought deep down he really had loved their mother. He had never really shown it growing up, but in those few weeks of her declining health he’d sat by her bedside silently and held her hand. His gaze was usually solemn and stern until they traveled over her features, softening even the worst of his expressions. When she finally passed they’d had a funeral service and that was that. Henry never mentioned her again and grew cold as the years went by.

 

His relationships with his children, now unsoftened by their mother, inevitably grew more volatile and empty. 

 

With Aurelio he was tough but firm, seeing as he was expected to take over the family business. Henry had great expectations for his oldest son and Aurelio would meet those expectations, following every order like a good successor. He was the golden child, perfectly molded in his father’s image, no matter how much he inwardly detested the idea. 

 

With Marie, he was far kinder than he was with anyone else. But he was also severely overprotective, most likely due to losing Elena. In the years that Anthony lived at their childhood home, his sister was rarely able to go out without an escort, or even at all. It was no way to live, being controlled by their father, and it seemed it had passed over into death as well.

 

Anthony’s was by far the worst relationship though….

His father had always considered him weak, even when he was a child. The only thing that had stopped the worst of the abuse was his mother. 

 

His father resented how she would coddle him and make excuses for how pathetic he was but he’d relent once she gave him that hard stare that spoke of great repercussions if he continued on. However, once she passed, it was like the flood gates had opened and any and all past transgressions or complaints encompassed his father’s mind whenever he deigned to look at him. His life got infinitely worse from there. 

 

Even though Henry tried to ignore his 2nd son he had to keep up appearances and paired him with his brother on most assignments so if he did manage to fuck up Aurelio could fix it. 

 

Anthony tried so hard to skirt around the edge of his father‘s vision, not wanting to bear his judgmental stare. When Anthony hit the age of 14 and realized he liked guys, he knew he had to keep it a secret at all costs. There was no doubt in his mind that if his father, or anyone else, found out he’d be beaten to within an inch of his life or worse…

 

Anthony’s only solace in the house was Marie. He shared all of his secrets and dreams with her and she helped him in any way she could. Sometimes she’d ask for a new dress and when their father went out she’d help Anthony try it on. 

 

What started out as a vague curiosity turned into a wonderful discovery. He found that he looked amazing in women’s clothes and loved how they made him feel. He daringly dreamed of someday going out for a night in them. However, when he thought of the consequences of getting caught he figured they far outweighed the fun he might have. Plus it wasn’t like he would ever be able to go home with a guy. If he left with a guy they would think he was a girl and they might try to kill him for misleading them. So he pushed those desires deep down within himself, knowing they could never resurface. 

 

Life went on for a few years more, Anthony leading a dull existence of having to hide his true self from the world when something incredible happened. He was 17 and his family was meeting with a fellow mob family, discussing territory and truces. 

 

As was expected of him, he stood behind their father with his brother and sister as the heads of the two families discussed their terms. Behind the other family stood the fellow crime boss’s three sons, the youngest of which looked to be his age. Even though he was tasked to just stand and wait for their conversation to be done his eyes traveled over their equally bored counterparts. He noticed their dark hair and eyes were a family trait shared amongst them. As his eyes passed over the youngest he noticed the young man staring back at him. Anthony’s eyes widened at being caught looking them over and his back straightened once more as he attempted to think of anything else other than the other boy.

 

Eventually he grew bored again and his eyes drifted back towards the youngest, who was staring at him again. Anthony startled slightly, unnerved that he was still staring. The boy’s lips turned up slightly in a teasing grin at Anthony’s obvious discomfort and he pursed his lips slightly towards the fair haired teen. 

 

Anthony was shocked, eyes frantically looking around as he tried to figure out if he meant that look for him or possibly his sister. But no, his sister was looking off to the side, bored, and Aurelio was focused on the table in front of them, listening aptly to their father drone on about inconsequential things. 

 

He blushed furiously when the young man gave him a cheeky smile and a wink. 

 

Was he seriously doing this? Was Anthony imagining it? 

 

Anthony had never been flirted with before and he could feel the heat rise up his neck all the way to his ears as he shyly ducked his head and grinned back. 

 

Thankfully the meeting concluded soon after and they had a grand dinner to celebrate their new allies. 

 

Angel couldn’t focus on anything but the young man who had looked his way. 

 

He followed after him when he went out the back door to the estate, wondering where he was going. He rounded the corner and was swiftly seized by two hands that pushed him up against the back of the house.

 

“So, what’s your name?” The boy looming over him asked with a playful glint in his eye.

 

Angel could hear a roaring in his ears, overwhelmed with how fast everything was going and their precarious position.

 

“A-Anthony? You're one a Falco’s kids, yah?”

 

Angel stared wide eyed as the boy moved in closer, “Yah, I’m Enrico. Y’know you look pretty cute flushed all red like this, I wonder if you turn red all over,” Enrico said as he toyed with a bit of Anthony’s hair.

 

Anthony could feel a flutter in his stomach, his breath coming out haltingly as if he were starved for air.

 

“I-I- I don’t know…. Um… y-you’re a l-little close dere….heh heh…”

 

Anthony swallowed deeply as Enrico encroached even further into his space. 

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you maybe wanted to have a little fun, but if you don’t that’s ok.”

 

Enrico finally started pulling away but Anthony frantically tried to get words out to correct his mistake.

 

“W-wait! I just-! I wasn’t sure…. I- my pa can’t know and I didn’t know if you were like me fa real…. I’ve neva met another guy like me and I was scared and didn’t wanna fuck it up so please jus-!”

 

Enrico who had been pulling away reluctantly smiled at the frenzy of apologies and moved back in to cut Anthony off mid speech. 

 

Angel stood stunned, his back against the cold firm wood of the sprawling house. His body froze, still as ice, as his lips were plundered by the warm pliant lips of the dark haired boy. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, moaning softly when a tongue was introduced. These new feelings of ecstasy stormed throughout his body as he gratefully accepted his first real kiss.

 

They’d kissed a while more, every so often cozily exchanging little tidbits about their lives before they heard their siblings looking for them. Enrico reluctantly released him from his warm embrace and told him he’d try to meet up with him again in the coming weeks as Anthony looked on, completely enamored with him. They straightened up before going back inside, small secret smiles decorating their faces as they glanced at each other one last time.

 

Anthony lay in bed that night finally content after so many years of denying himself.

 

He couldn’t wait to see Enrico again, he felt like they’d had a bond, like maybe someday they could have an actual relationship. He dreamt of finally moving out of his pops house and having Enrico stay with him, being able to love someone, albeit still in secret, but within their own little slice of heaven.

 

A week passed and there was no sign of Enrico. That was fine, it was probably hard to get away from his family. 

 

Three weeks passed and still no sign. Anthony was a bit worried but it was a busy time and he was sure he’d at least get a message to him at some point.

 

A month and a half later Anthony decided to bite the bullet and try to glean some information out of his father about the family.

 

Anthony decided to volunteer to do menial tasks and asked if their new Allies needed help with anything as well.

 

Henry looked at him sternly and said, “No, they don’t need help with anything right now, except maybe whipping their kids into shape.” Henry looked back down at his paperwork, focused on getting everything done, “Poor bastard… Domenico has to not only deal with a bunch of fuckers encroaching into his territory but now he caught one of his sons fuckin with another boy. I do not envy him right now…so disgraceful. It needs to be beaten out of the boy before it’s too late.”

 

Henry was so engrossed in his paperwork that he didn’t see the color drain from Anthony’s face nor the glisten of tears fill his eyes. 

 

“Now go do your chores and help Aurelio with cleaning the guns.” He said coldly.

 

Anthony harshly reigned in his emotions as he quietly said, “Got it, pops.”

 

Once he’d managed to make it to his room he broke down against the door and started silently sobbing. Not only had Enrico been with another fella but now he had gotten caught and he didn’t know what was going to happen to him. Even though he was still mad that Enrico had taken his first kiss and ran, he was still worried what they were going to do to him. Surely they wouldn’t… kill him, right? I mean… he was the son of a high level crime boss, maybe they would just rough him up a bit so he knew not to do it again. 

 

The uncertain thoughts swirled in his head a few days more before his worry finally got the better of him.

 

He went to Aurelio and begged him to find out what happened to the son of the other mob family. Aurelio eyed him suspiciously over such a strange request but figured he’d cut him some slack since he’d been so out of sorts lately.

 

Coming from Aurelio, the question was elaborated on by Henry as a means of small talk.

 

“So what ever happened with that situation you told me about with the Falco’s? What’d they do to that kid?”

 

Henry rubbed his temple tiredly. 

 

“What do ya think they did? Ya can’t have a queer son, especially one as rowdy as that one. They beat him black and blue and threw him in the harbor…a humiliation to such a respected family.”

Henry shook his head in barely repressed disgust.

“They did consider this new brain therapy but the kid fought back and… well, ya just can’t help kids like that.”

 

Aurelio swallowed down his revulsion at his father’s cavalier attitude and continued small talk with his father as if nothing was amiss.

 

When he finally left and got back to Anthony he saw the tear tracks on his face and his downcast, worried expression. 

 

It finally clicked.

 

Alarmed, he furiously whispered out, “Anthony, are you queer???” 

 

Anthony tried to deny it, he really did…but Aurelio could see right through his brother's lies.

 

“You- you ain’t gonna tell pops are ya?” Anthony asked his brother shakily. He lifted his pleading eyes to his big brother, hoping there was some leniency in them for what he couldn’t help but be. 

 

Aurelio stood against the door, staring into his baby brother’s bright blue eyes, warring with his inner thoughts.

 

He didn’t want to see his brother sink to the bottom of the river. He didn’t want to see him hurt or killed….but he couldn’t be this way or Henry would surely do something about it and not even Aurelio could stop him.

 

“No. No I’m not Anthony….but you can’t- you gotta- you cannot get caught. You hear me Anthony? I can’t watch you… they- the other family killed that kid fa bein a queer and I know pops wouldn’t hesitate to do the same if he found out about you.”

 

Anthony’s tears renewed at the news that his one time crush…had been killed by his own family. 

 

His own family…

 

Why? 

 

Why would they do that?

 

He was their kid…why would they just….throw him away like a piece of garbage…

 

Aurelio watched as Anthony sank to his knees, absolutely devastated by the news, his gaze turning vacant. Aurelio knelt down near Anthony and put a hand on his shoulder. 

 

“Anthony? Listen to me carefully. You’re my brother so I’ll help you however I can but you and I both know that pa won’t listen to either of us if you get caught. So please…. I’m not saying to change but….be careful, be so fuckin careful. I don’t wanna watch you die.”

 

Anthony rushed forward and hugged his brother, comforted that he hadn’t told him to outright change who he was.

 

Aurelio awkwardly returned the hug. Of course he loved his brother but this new information had him reeling and…..very concerned. He wasn’t sure what he would do if their pops found out….

 

Anthony, terrified at the prospect of being caught by his father, renewed his efforts in trying to be the perfect mob son for those next few years. He followed every request to a ‘T’. He helped his brother with hits, unloaded stiffs in the harbor, waited on Henry’s every beck and call. 

 

But it wasn’t enough, it was never enough. 

 

No matter how hard he tried, Henry still treated him with derision and scorn. Anthony couldn’t understand what he’d done to deserve this. All he’d ever wanted was to just be acknowledged for his efforts, to be loved, but Henry couldn’t stand him.

 

Anthony decided after the 3rd year that he couldn’t continue living like this so he started going out, exploring the city more, meeting new like minded people.

 

Even though it was a very perilous task to sneak away he managed to bring his sister with him a few nights so she could finally have a little fun.

 

One such night as they were coming back they got caught by the perimeter guards. To say Henry was mad would have been a massive understatement. 

 

He hollered and screamed till he was red in the face spouting off about how dangerous it was for Marie to leave the compound, especially at night and without protection.

 

Looking back on it, the unintentional scoff when he’d said that had probably been a bad idea. 

 

Henry zeroed in on Anthony quickly at the sound. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he stomped forward threateningly as he wound his fist back to knock into his son’s quickly blanching figure. 

 

But, the fist froze in midair.

 

Anthony opened his tightly clenched eyes and saw Marie had stepped between him and a furiously shaking fist.

 

“Marie, move.” Henry said coldly.

 

Marie stood her ground, puffing out her chest and straightening to her full height as she said, “No daddy. I asked Anthony to take me out, I wanted ta have a little fun for once so you can’t blame him fa my mistake.”

 

This was in fact not true, but Anthony wasn’t going to correct her when she stood between himself and imminent doom.

 

Slowly, the shaking fist calmed and lowered back down to his side. 

 

Henry glanced back at him, disgusted.

 

“He shoulda known better, but fine, at least you’re back home where you belong. But if this ever happens again, there will be severe consequences.”

 

Marie nodded her head solemnly and grabbed Anthony’s hand, dragging him away from the tense scene. His last view was of Henry’s hate filled eyes boring into his retreating figure.

 

After that he didn’t attempt to take Marie out again. She understood and told him to have fun without her. Her playful stipulation was to make sure to come and tell her all about what he got up to. He smiled sadly and promised he would.

 

A couple of years passed by without incident. He felt bad being able to go out and live when Marie had to stay shut in. He could see the gleam of sadness in her eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking but she always put on a brave face in front of him. Unwilling to blame her brother for their father’s mistreatment. But it still left a sharp pain in his heart to see it.

 

To make matters worse their father was now trying to set her up with, in his words, a ‘good respectable husband’. Someone he had access to that he could watch to make sure his daughter was well taken care of, as well as give him strong, well brought up grandkids.

But he was having trouble keeping one.

 

Every time he brought someone he deemed worthy she’d shoot them down immediately for the tiniest fickle reason or, failing that, she’d all out terrorize them so they would leave of their own volition. He couldn’t even bribe them anymore with a high ranking place in his organization. Henry was quickly becoming exasperated with his hellion of a daughter. 

 

Anthony on the other hand was cheering on her efforts of sabotage from the sidelines. If Henry had wanted a perfect obedient little princess he probably shouldn’t have locked her away like a songbird in a gilded cage. Marie had a lot of fight in her and she wouldn’t take these forced suitors going down. 

 

After a few months of trying and failing to secure a husband for her, Henry gave up and decided he’d try again in a few years. 

 

They secretly celebrated their win against their father and took comfort in each other's company.

 

He was now 24 and he’d finally found a place where he was accepted. It was this hole in the wall speakeasy that didn’t judge men of a certain persuasion. He would sneak out a few times a week, watching his back for any people tailing him as he made his way to the joint.

 

He was finally living it up, being able to be who he was on the inside.

 

Of course his luck would finally run out.

 

He thought he’d been so careful.

 

He’d thought his pops had finally stopped having him followed after the last time he went out. The constant paranoia was ultimately the price you paid when you tried to help your shut in sister experience some fun in her life.

 

To get caught now was just…..tragic. Why hadn’t he been more careful? Why did his pops informant catch the very moment when he linked hands with another fella and led the way into a back room at the speakeasy. 

 

When he was thrown to the floor in front of his father he’d tried every excuse he could think of, but they all fell on deaf ears. There was nothing that could excuse the scene that had been described to him other than the obvious.

 

His son was a dirty queer.

 

Anthony pondered his life choices from the ground, his swollen eyes attempting to make out the irregular shape of his father above him.

 

He winced when the foot in front of him lifted, drew back, and he took another blow to the stomach. He gagged as he clutched at it protectively and tried to gain back the air that had been forced out of him. 

 

Anthony trembled as a fresh wave of pain flew through his broken and bleeding body. The hot acrid stench of copper flooded the room, bile threatening to spill from the agony he was in. He wanted to beg for forgiveness, for the pain to stop, but all his words had been spent. Henry wouldn’t hear anymore.

 

He lay in the fetal position waiting to see what fresh hell awaited him when Henry spoke once more.

 

“You dishonored the family. It’s unnatural, what you are, and I won’t have it stayin in my house, representin my legacy. I won’t have a fag son. You are no longer my son.”

 

”Vinny, gimme your gun.”

 

Anthony’s eyes widened as much as they could in their swollen state, his eyes filling with stinging tears. So this is how it was gonna end….with his father killing him.

 

It shouldn’t have surprised him that much but he just kept thinking about everything he wouldn’t get to do. How much he’d miss Marie and Aurelio. How he’d never get to fall in love. How he’d barely begun to live.

 

“You’re lucky I’m giving you this small mercy. Only reason I ain’t tossin your ass in the river is cause you have her eyes….”

 

The telltale click of a gun cocking back sounded. 

 

A tear escaped the corner of Anthony’s glistening blue eyes. 

 

At least it’ll be quick, he thought as he closed his eyes and silently accepted his fate.

 

The measured thunk of shoes against the wooden floor he lay on made their way between him and Henry, stilling when they stood in front of him.

 

“You’re really gonna let him get off that easy, pops?”

Cold Silence.

 

“If it were me I’d let him regret it for the rest of his life, throw him out to the world with nothin and no one. It’d be worse ta just let him live with the shame of bein a fag.”

 

That hurt.

 

……..He’d thought Aurelio was different. He didn’t think he’d ever hear such terrible words come from his big brother's mouth but it seemed he’d been wrong. 

 

For a long moment there was complete silence, even the usual sounds of night in New York stilled within the tense atmosphere.

 

The sound of a gun being uncocked echoed through the eerie quiet that had followed Aurelio’s stilted speech.

 

“……..fine. Get ‘im outta my sight.”

 

Anthony was dragged outside by his brother and his father’s associate Vinny. 

 

“I can take it from here,” Aurelio said as he waved Vinny back inside.

 

Vinny shrugged and sauntered back to the sprawling house, not seeing the hard glint in the young man’s eyes.

 

“Tony! Are you ok?” Aurelio whispered frantically.

 

Anthony lay there, focusing on his pained breathing. He almost wished Henry had killed him, he hated this…..pity from his brother. 

 

“What’s…it… to you?” He grunted out between clenched teeth. 

 

Each intake of breath felt like a stab of fire in his aching muscles. He wanted to go to sleep, wake up, and realize it had just been a bad dream.

 

“Anthony……I- I was just tryin ta-“

 

“Yah I know…. Just tryin ta get ya ‘fag brotha’ outta the house. I- I didn’t think you was like pops but I guess I was wrong…”

 

It took every ounce of willpower Anthony had to slowly prop himself up and stand. His legs felt like jelly and his head felt woozy but he was done being looked down on.

 

“No...no Tony, I- you’re my brother, I couldn’t- he was gonna-.…. I did what I thought was best…”

 

Anthony stared back at the house, looking at Marie’s window. He missed the pleading look Aurelio gave him, hoping he would understand why he’d said what he said.

 

“Well I’m glad everything worked out for the best… I’ll see ya around, tell Marie……tell Marie I’m sorry and that I love her.”

 

And with that he turned and never looked back.

 

The next couple of months were fraught with drugs, alcohol, and as much sex as he could possibly get.

 

He found himself a place in a specialized brothel. Part of him was glad he was finally able to be what he wanted, do what he wanted, but there was an emptiness inside that he just couldn’t shake. 

 

He missed his sister, and as mad as he was at him he even missed his stupid fuckin brother. He would get depressed and try to chase away the blues with his drug of choice, pcp, or as he called it ‘Angel Dust’.

 

The final day of his life hadn’t been anything special. He’d just had a bad day at work, had a shittier day at home, thinking about what might have been. He’d never really been good with moderation…

 

He ended up taking a bit too much to chase away the overwhelming amount of demons tormenting his thoughts and dreams.

He went to bed and never woke up.

 

In retrospect, Drug overdose wasn’t the way he’d thought he’d go. He’d always imagined he’d die trying to make his father proud or at the very least saving his brother or sister from their father’s poor life choices.

 

But this?

 

This was just embarrassing.

 

And the rest was history. He fell in with Valentino, got himself contracted, and fucked his life up, again….

 

Angel blinked rapidly, noticing the cozy atmosphere of Alastor’s bedroom.

 

Angel came out of his storytelling to arms wrapped securely around him and a nose nuzzling the top of his head. He laid against a warm chest, his head facing to the side, nestled in the crook of Alastor’s neck. He could feel wet tear tracks under his eyes that must have fallen unconsciously while he told the more painful parts of his life.

 

There was an elongated silence while Angel just took in the comfort given by his mate.

 

He had never told anyone about his past before and it seemed to have affected him a lot more than he thought it would.

 

After so many minutes he finally muttered, “Sorry about that… I didn’t mean ta spiral outta control with the story and all…. I got a bit carried away, I guess.”

 

His gaze ashamed, he hesitantly whispered out, “I must seem like a nutcase to ya, huh?”

 

Angel was surprised to feel Alastor lower his head around so he could look him in the eyes. 

 

“Of course not, mon cher. I’m so sorry you had to endure so much pain in your life. I wish things could have been different. That you hadn’t experienced such sorrow at such a young age, but that is the way of the world it seems. We truly are a pair. Such hardships we’ve experienced and lived through…”

 

Alastor brushed the side of his face firmly as a sign of comfort, his soft spoken words breaking through the turmoil plaguing his mind.

 

“But you know what they say, ‘That which does not kill us, makes us stronger’ and I do believe you are one of the strongest people I have come to know.”

 

Angel lowered his gaze as he gave Alastor a warm hug, silently thanking him for being so understanding.

 

“I do have a question though, mon cher. Would you have any qualms if I erased your father from existence once we are free?” 

 

Angel swiftly jerked his head back and looked at Alastor. He had a teasing smile on his face but Angel could see the hard simmering rage in his eyes that told him he was only half joking.

 

“Hmm well… as much as I’d like ta see the bastard double dead, he’s still my pops, and I don’t think my siblings would like that…”

 

Alastor was about to half heartedly protest but was interrupted mid bluster.

 

“But! I would definitely love ta see ya give him a talking to. I’d pay good money ta see my dad taken down a peg, or two, or a hundred….”

 

Angel smirked gleefully at the thought.

 

Alastor smiled softly down at his doe, happy he could make him smile again after recounting his sordid childhood. He hadn’t meant to dredge up uncomfortable thoughts, he’d merely wanted to know more about his mate. He was glad Angel had trusted him enough to impart him with this knowledge and it made him that much more intent on making sure Angel would never feel like that again.

 

He hated seeing Angel so distraught, he hadn’t been sure what to do when he’d seen those tears fall silently while talking about his almost death at the hands of his father.

 

He did not like the helplessness that had entered him when the first tears fell. All he could think to do was hold him close and secure in his arms. Thinking back on it, that had seemed to alleviate the worst of it so he was thankful he was able to help in some small way. But there was one thing stuck in his mind from Angel’s story, and he would not rest until it was settled.

 

When he was released he would have words with Angel’s father, of that he was sure.

 

A rumbling vibration scared the both of them out of their thoughts. Angel giggled, embarrassed that his growling stomach had scared them both. Alastor chuckled when he realized what it was and shifted slightly to find his knot had gone down during the time of their talk. He glanced at the clock and found it had been about 30 minutes. 

 

He didn’t know the precise amount of time it took to go down but he knew it was within half an hour now.

 

“We are free to eat now if you’d like, mon biche?”

 

“Sounds great, Smiles.”

 

Alastor carefully lifted Angel from his lap, afraid that he might be sore again and gently deposited him on the bed, his fingers caressing the smooth fur of his naked body. Sheepish at his lack of restraint, he removed his wandering fingers with a blush and apologized, “Apologies my dear, they seem to have a mind of their own right now.”

 

Angel lowered his eyelashes demurely and linked his fingers with Al’s.

 

“S’ok Al, I know I’m just too irresistible for ya, ain’t I?”

 

Alastor’s face morphed into a dopey grin, his eyes hazy and soft. 

 

He stared unflinchingly into the playful heterochromic eyes of his beloved mate and without pause said, “Indeed you are, mon belle araignée…”

 

Angel had been trying to fluster Al but he always surprised himself when the tables were turned and he would positively melt at the sweet nothings Alastor gifted him with.

 

Alastor brought their linked hands up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss upon Angel’s smooth skin.

 

Angel felt like one of those cliché cartoon characters with steam coming out of their ears. His face felt hot and he vaguely heard a high pitched squeak in his mind.

 

No. That wasn’t in his mind.

 

He’d squeaked.

 

He’d squeaked like a fucking little schoolgirl planting one on their crush. 

 

Jesus fucking christ….

 

If only the ground would open up and take him down to double hell for making that embarrassing sound.

 

Noticing the heavy flush that had set in on his mate's face, as well as his adorable noises, Alastor decided to give him a break and changed the subject.

 

“Well there’s no time to waste mon cher, let us see if you are still as sprightly as a newborn fawn, ha!”

 

Angel, whose face had heated up so quickly you could cook an egg on it, abruptly sputtered at the affront.

 

“Hey! It ain’t my fault ya fucked me so good I couldn’t walk straight! Ya betta hope I can walk or you’re givin’ me a piggy back ride, Mista.”

 

Angel huffed as he carefully lifted himself off the bed and stood on his two long legs. He wobbled slightly but managed to stay upright. He took a step cautiously and was happy to find he no longer felt any pain in his lower region. 

 

He slowly walked to the door just in case and scoffed at how silly he was to be so worried. He was somewhat disappointed though that he wouldn’t get Al to give him a piggy back ride now. 

 

Hmm maybe lata I can get him to… he thought with a cheeky grin.

 

“Ok, let’s make some food!”

Notes:

Oh lord that one was a doozy! I've only got like 1 & 1/2 chapters written after this so I'm going to have to buckle down on getting more written, but I'll try :3

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Chapter 13: Fickle Habits

Notes:

It's my Birthday!!!! I figured I'd give y'all the next chapter today cause I'm not getting any younger 😂

This chapter contains information regarding Voodoo Practices, it was written with fiction in mind, therefore *none of the information is accurate*. I literally looked this up on wikihow and it is most likely incorrect.

Unfortunately I haven't done any Radiodustweek stuff and I probably won't cause I got too many WIPs already and not enough time lol But I love seeing all the stuff on twitter! 😍

This is the Dress that I imagined Angel wearing in this chapter. I just felt like it would look lovely on him. 🥰

I hope y'all like what I got, let me know if you do! ❤️

Angel hurried to the kitchen, reinvigorated by his rest and famished from all the fun they’d been having.

 

He entered the kitchen, curious of what they might try today.

 

With a start, Angel realized he hadn’t gotten dressed. He was still very naked and he wondered vaguely if Al hadn’t told him on purpose. 

 

Alastor meanwhile sauntered into the kitchen, his eyes roving hungrily over the lovely form of his mate. He followed the soft curves of his mesmerizing ass and hips all the way up to his enticing fluff covered bosom. 

 

Simply breathtaking…

 

“Ahem.”

 

His eyes widened as they suddenly jolted up toward the sound. 

 

His mate had crossed his arms across his chest and looked at him like the cat that caught the canary.

 

Fool! Caught red handed!

 

Alastor smiled a placating smile. 

 

“Yes, mon ange?”

 

Angel smirked, “I didn’t know you was that kinky, Smiles. Were ya gonna say anything or were ya gonna just let us walk around naked all day?”

 

Alastor swallowed heavily.

 

Honestly he’d had every intention of walking around naked all day if he could get away with it. Not that he was usually comfortable with this sort of undress but he felt much more comfortable without clothes right now. 

 

Even though he had been sated recently he could feel the fire of his rut low in his belly, stoked by the vision standing in front of him. The added layering of clothes would only add to the stifling heat he felt. Plus the skin to skin contact seemed to lessen any sort of beastial urges that might occur otherwise.

 

Alastor opened his mouth to try to explain but Angel interrupted him.

 

“Not tryin ta say I’m against it, just that I figured you might get distracted a bit if I’m naked all the time. I don’t got a problem showin my body off and I definitely like what I’m seein right now. But, I also wanna eat and maybe play a board game or cards again, and talk more, if that’s ok.”

 

Alastor’s nervous bravado screeched to an abrupt halt replaced by a slight panic. He didn’t want Angel to think he was interested in only sex from him, that was the last thing he wanted him to think. 

 

“Yes, you are indeed correct, mon biche. We should definitely wear clothes for the time being as I want to be able to focus on getting to know you rather than just sexual relations. I apologize if I gave you that impression.”

 

Angel felt a little bad, he was just messing with him but Al had taken what he said to heart. 

 

Well… maybe he was a little serious but he didn’t mean to make him feel bad, seeing as his body was kinda pulling the strings right now anyway. It was the 5th day and things were definitely going to ramp up within the next couple of days. 

 

From what Angel had heard about sinners in their season, the times varied by species but if Alastor set his for two weeks then the 6th and 7th day would be the peak of his rut. He’d heard stories about sinners getting extremely possessive of their mates, not letting them out of their sight as well as fucking their brains out every chance they got.

 

Angel was equally apprehensive and extremely turned on by that particular aspect. If those growls and possessive stares were before the peak then he was looking forward to how it would be when he really got into it.

 

Which gave Angel a terribly wicked idea that he’d have to implement later on. He couldn’t wait!

 

But back to the task at hand, “I’m just messing with ya Al, I know ya wanna get ta know me, I mean…Most guys I fuck don’t get ta know about my childhood or even ask me questions about my life so….you’re definitely more than that.”

The red headed man felt an unexpected surge of warmth invade his chest at his doe’s words.

Curious…

“But just fa my own sake, and yours too probably, we should wear some clothes cause I don’t think I can keep lookin at you without wantin ta do somethin…”

 

Alastor flushed brightly and gave a strained smile as he cleared his throat and snapped his fingers, clothes appearing on their bodies instantly.

 

Alastor was dressed in a more relaxed version of his usual attire. He’d forgone his usual coat but kept his slacks and wore a blood red long sleeved button up shirt instead. The sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up slightly, making him seem more relaxed. Without the added layers he almost seemed like an average joe rather than the crazy ass reserved deer man he’d come to know for the past year.

 

Angel on the other hand was surprised to see himself wearing one of the cuter dresses he usually reserved for a day out with his nicer clients. It was a little yellow number he’d found in a vintage shop a couple of decades ago. He’d fallen in love with the yellow rockabilly dress immediately, its silver lining looked dazzling against his snowy white fur.

 

He wondered if Alastor had chosen this dress on purpose or if he’d done it unconsciously. Angel had to admit it was one of his more toned down dresses but it hugged his midsection and made his cleavage really pop.

 

“You look exquisite, mon Cher.”

 

Angel startled at the voice, seeing Alastor had closed the distance between them while he was in his own world. He blushed prettily when Alastor kissed the top of his hand in a gentlemanly gesture.

 

“Well…. thanks, Smiles. You look real handsome too. Don’t think I’ve evah seen ya so dressed down. I like it.”

 

Alastor smiled, smug. He’d mostly done it because his heat was getting to him, however if it had the added bonus of pleasing his mate it was no skin off his back.

 

“Well perhaps I shall dress more like this if it pleases you. I must admit it’s quite a bit more comfortable to not have to adorn such confining clothes all the time. Quite refreshing!”

 

“So, what we makin today?”

 

Alastor perked up and led the way to the fridge.

 

“I do believe you said something about showing me how to make ‘proper’ pasta so I am more than amenable to that. Or if you would prefer I can make another one of my mother’s creole recipes. Which one would you prefer?”

 

After some thinking Angel decided he wanted to taste one of Al’s mom's other dishes. He could make Alastor some pasta after the worst of the heat was over, that way he could also make his cannolis to go with it.

 

“Let’s try one a ya ma’s otha recipes,” Angel said with a grin.

 

“Splendid! I know just the one!”

 

With the decision made he grabbed the supplies he needed and got to work.

 

He’d thought about making Shrimp Étouffée for Angel but figured he might feel more at home with Shrimp Creole instead as the sauce was tomato based, similar to most Italian dishes. 

 

As he instructed Angel what vegetables to chop and when to add certain ingredients he thought of how nice the simple act of cooking together was.

 

He felt at home, quite comfortable cooking with Angel. It almost felt like back when he’d help his own mother in the kitchen, that unique pleasure of being in sync with one other. He could definitely get used to this, he thought as he gazed adoringly towards his mate who had been distracted lifting the shrimp to make sure it was thoroughly cooked.

 

As they ladled the delicious smelling feast onto their plates Angel brushed against his arm and his scent drifted lovingly across his senses. A dreamy smile fell upon his face and he longed to bring Angel into his arms again, his rut compelling him to keep him close. But he shoved the urge down, it was getting entirely inconvenient that his instincts kept trying to make him embrace Angel at the worst of times. Not that he would mind it, but just a simple brush of Angel’s soft fur against his arm had made him long to hold him and never let go. 

 

He was sure that would grate on Angel’s last nerve if he proceeded and gave in to these heedless compulsions. He didn’t want to become bothersome for his mate.

 

So focused was he on berating himself he didn’t see the questioning look Angel gave him while he stared down at his food, deep in thought.

 

“Got somethin on ya mind there, Smiles?”

 

Alastor snapped out of his rumination and realized Angel was looking at him worriedly. 

 

“Ah, not to worry my dear, just these pesky instincts…”

 

Angel cocked his head curiously.

 

“What? They really bad or somethin? Honestly with how close it is to ya peak I’m surprised we ain’t fuckin like rabbits by now.”

 

Alastor nearly choked on the sip of wine he’d been about to swallow. He felt a flush crawl up the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

 

“Please mon biche, I do believe I have quite a bit more control than that. I do not wish to become a beast and manhandle my mate into submission like most do. I meant what I said about getting to know you, I can hardly do that if all we focus on is physical intimacy….”

 

Alastor trailed off, uncertain. He probably wasn’t explaining it right. Ultimately, he didn’t want to become one of those that looked to just be interested in Angel’s body or sexual prowess. No, he wanted his mate to be with him and stay with him, and for that he had to convince Angel he wasn’t just using him to rid himself of his rut. He would stave off any unnecessary impulses so he might prove that he meant more to him than a cure to his plight.

 

Angel was struck by his speech. Even though Alastor had said it a few times now it still struck a chord in him when he heard it again. Even his nicer clients hadn’t bothered to want to get to know him, the real him. 

 

Angel swallowed his trepidation and said, “Well… I’m glad ya think that Smiles…. I wish more guys were like you.”

 

Angel smiled softly while staring at his untouched food, not daring to look up. 

 

He continued in a small voice, “I wanna get ta know you too, just so we’re clear…and…I also wouldn’t mind all that much if you did manhandle me a bit.”

 

He smirked as he looked up into Alastor’s bright red surprised face. Angel’s tone had gone from shy to seductive in half a second flat, a new record, and it was doing things to Alastor that were fortunately hidden by the table.

 

“Ya know ya really shouldn’t issue a challenge like that, Smiles. Makes me wanna get ya ta lose control.”

 

Angel stared determinedly into Alastor’s wide glowing red eyes, wondering just what it would take to make Alastor go full beast mode on him.

 

Alastor coughed distractedly into his hand while his other surreptitiously wandered down to maneuver the nuisance growing between his legs. 

 

Damn it all, why must he tempt me.

 

“Well, ahem, we shall see mon ange… please do tuck in, my mother’s shrimp creole will knock your socks off, ha!”

 

Angel smirked at Alastor’s obvious attempt to change the subject but gave in as the food really did smell good and he was starving.

 

Alastor, meanwhile, plotted his revenge for stirring him up like that. What could he possibly do that would fluster the dear arachnid. Perhaps some more word play was in order to see that rosy blush stain his mate’s features again.

 

“So, ya wanna get ta know me more yah? Ya got any burning questions you been thinkin about handsome?” Angel asked as he smirked and brought another spoonful of Alastor’s delicious cooking to his lips.

 

Alastor had many questions, definitely too many to ask in the course of their quarantine, but he would try nevertheless.

 

Alastor thought of the first question that popped to his mind while gazing at his doe.

 

“Why yes, my dear. Actually I’ve been wondering, aside from your profession, if you had any other activities or hobbies that you enjoy?”

 

Angel’s face blossomed into a sly grin. 

 

“Well, I do love sex but I wouldn’t call it a hobby. Now it’s more of a…. survival thing at this point…. Although I don’t have all that much time off, I do like ta bake when I can.”

 

Alastor had frowned in confusion when Angel described his profession as a ‘survival thing’ but his ears perked up excitedly when he heard he liked to bake. He leaned forward, interested in this new succulent bit of information. He would get back to the ‘survival thing ’ later.

 

“Truly? You like to bake? I dabble in baking as well. How did you get into it and what do you bake?”

 

Angel smiled brightly as he thought of one of his favorite things to do in his time off.

 

“Well I told ya earlier how my ma showed me how ta make her cannolis but I was kinda her go to kid fa helpin her make stuff. Molly wasn’t all that interested, said it was too boring,” Angel chuckled, remembering the disapproving look his mother had given his sister when she said that. “And Arackniss….? Well, come ta think of it, he did like ta watch but I think he was too afraid of pops seein him and ruinin his image around him or somethin. But ma would make all kinds a Italian pastries, cookies, cakes, you name it. She probably coulda made a living at her own bakery if she hadn’t married my pops….although then we wouldn’t exist and I don’t think she woulda traded us fa anything.”

 

Angel fondly gazed forward as he remembered his mother teaching him the proper way to roll dough, and how she’d always admonish him for adding too much powdered sugar to things. ‘You want to sprinkle it with sugar, not drown it, mio Angelo.’ Her light airy laugh at such times had filled him with such happiness. It was a hobby they had both loved to share between them and he had learned so much from her. Unfortunately not everything, as she had passed so quickly from their lives, but he had managed to save all of his mothers recipe cards before his father had locked down all of their mothers belongings in the attic. 

 

Angel wondered if the cards still lay under the floorboard in his room at that dusty old house in New York…

 

Angel came back to the present and cleared his throat.

 

“Anyway, I love ta bake whenever I get the chance. It ain’t that often with my job but I’ve managed ta make a couple a things here at the hotel.”

 

Alastor was intrigued, had he inadvertently already tried one of Angel’s desserts? He wasn’t all that fond of overly sweet things but had a penchant for things like beignets.

 

“Oh? What have you made here?“

 

Angel smirked, “You remember that Zeppole we had a couple a months ago that paired so well with ya coffee? Yah, that was mine.” 

 

Angel beamed proudly at the look of wonder on his buck’s face.

 

That had been a very scrumptious dessert. He didn’t normally indulge in sweets but when he saw them, they had reminded him of his own favorite, beignets. Even though they were not the same they had still been very delicious and he’d been meaning to ask Charlie where she had gotten the concoction from so he could inquire for more delicacies from them. But here it was, his mate had made them. He was reminded of something his mother once told him when she was making a dish as a peace offering to the neighbors after his father, Jean, had made a scene. ‘The fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,’ she had told him. And oh boy was she right, Alastor thought as he gazed adoringly at his mate.

 

“Well my dear, I had no idea. That was indeed a stunningly delectable treat. My utmost compliments to the chef.” Alastor said with a little flourish of his head and hand in a gracious salute.

 

Angel flushed at the compliment. He didn’t have people compliment his cooking that much, mostly for the fact that he never got the chance to make any. But it was nice to be acknowledged and praised for his hard work and he loved that Alastor liked his baking so much. He’d have to make more things for him to try.

 

“So what about you huh? You got any hobbies otha than maimin and killin?” Angel said with a chuckle. He scooped up some more rice and savored the mildly spicy taste as it went down.

 

Alastor watched the flush on his cheeks as his mate enjoyed the shrimp creole, he was glad to see he was enjoying it.

 

“Yes, actually. Although I don’t do it as much, my mother taught me how to sew when I asked her on a whim.”

 

Angel’s eyebrows shot up at that. He knew how to sew too? Just how many things was he good at? Seemed like Alastor was a regular renaissance man, just about perfect in every way.

 

“You see, I had been dabbling in the voodoo practice and I took an interest in voodoo dolls. I wasn’t quite sure how to piece one together and I asked my maman how to create one. Thankfully our family is full of voodoo practitioners so she didn’t find it too odd but I learned how to sew from that. Then, when I started my career as a serial killer it very much came in handy to be able to steal an organ and sew the incision site back up. Back then the police didn’t really examine the bodies too closely so they were none the wiser if an organ happened to be missing.”

 

“Oooooh Sneaky Smiles! So do those voodoo dolls work? Ya make any of ya enemies?” Angel asked excitedly. He was curious if Alastor had a Vox doll stashed somewhere that he used to torture him. He’d bet money on it! 

 

Alastor smiled, amused, “They do work to some extent. Back when I was alive I didn’t really notice a pattern until much later when I was using them that people would befall terrible accidents if I used them on certain individuals. However, there was no way to ultimately determine that it was from my doing or just sheer coincidence. To this day I still am unsure if I had powers up there as I do down here. I’d like to think the reason I have powers down here is because of what I did up there, but I suppose I’ll never know.”

 

Alastor ruminated on this, he’d gone down this line of thinking before. He wasn’t sure where his powers came from, only that he was thankful he had them when he’d dropped down as it spelled a comfortable security for him in such a dangerous place. It puzzled him, confounded him that he’d never seen real evidence of any of his rituals working up on earth and yet they did so perfectly here in hell. He looked back at Angel's questioning gaze, and huffed playfully.

 

“The dolls certainly work down here though. Although I use them mostly for minor inconveniences as their usual modus operandi was to plague the victim with sickness and we, as sinners, do not get sick. ”

 

Angel tilted his head in confusion, “So… what kinda inconveniences, we talkin here? Like a….sleepy foot or somethin?”

 

Alastor laughed, ”Something like that. I remember using my last one to give Vox a terrible headache before our last battle. It was quite a show, Ha!”

 

I knew it! He has a Vox doll!!!

 

Angel let a cheeky grin crawl onto his face. 

 

“So….you have a Vox doll? Ain’t that adorable. Who else ya have a doll of handsome?”

 

Alastor’s eyes widened while a flush crept up his neck. 

 

“W-well Yes, I’ve made one for everyone in the hotel currently.”

 

Angel’s eyes practically bulged out at the reveal. 

 

“You made a doll of me???? Lemme see! Lemme see!!!!”

 

Alastor’s smile wobbled nervously as he summoned the small white spider doll, complete with pink striped outfit and black boots.

 

“AHHHH! Oh my god! He’s amazing!!!” 

 

Angel gasped, “You made him a little bow tie! That’s so freakin cute!!!!”

 

“Thank you, cher. I try to stitch them as detailed as possible, it helps with capturing the ‘image’ per say of your subject.”

 

Angel cradled the doll in his hands and nuzzled it fondly, fluttering his eyelashes at his buck teasingly.

 

“So why’d ya make one fa me? Don’t tell me you were gonna put a ‘voodoo spell’ on me or somethin.” 

 

Angel was just teasing but was also genuinely curious. He’d only ever heard the basic stuff about voodoo dolls, like people using them to mess with others in not so nice ways. So why would Alastor have a bunch of dolls for them unless he had been planning to do the same?

 

Alastor looked confused for a moment before sighing, resigned.

 

“People always believe that the only thing these dolls are good for is torturing people when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. You can use voodoo dolls for blessings as well as curses. I’ll admit I made some for the occupants of the hotel if I ever needed it for either reason. Why just a few weeks ago darling little Niffty wasn’t feeling too swell so I placed a black pin in her dolls gut and she felt right as rain afterward. The black pin symbolizes repelling negative energy and while most would think it’s bushwa it does actually work down here.”

 

Angel was surprised. He’d never known you could use voodoo for good too, but he guessed it was because he'd been brainwashed by movies and pop culture to believe so.

 

Angel caught onto something Al had said though. 

 

“So you made dolls of us for either reason?” Angel crossed his arms, lifting his eyebrow as he regarded the sweating buck sitting in front of him.

 

“Not to torture you if that’s what you’re suggesting! Merely to…..have a bit of fun every once in a while or help if you’ve had a bad day.”

 

Angel gazed at the buck, sudden realization staining his face. Did he…?

 

“…..have ya used it on me before? Afta I’ve had a bad day at work?”

 

Alastor paused for a moment. He looked up at Angel and nodded his head quietly.

 

Angel had never really noticed before. He remembered having bad days and after Alastor came over to talk to him and cheer him up, he wouldn’t have any nightmares and would manage to sleep peacefully throughout the night.

 

Angel felt himself tear up a bit, emotional that even when they hadn’t known each other that well, Al had still been looking out for him.

 

“But…why? I get doin that fa Niffty or maybe even Husk but…. Ya didn’t really know me that well, why’d ya go to the trouble fa me?”

 

Alastor looked down, his brow furrowed and a puzzled expression on his face.

 

“I- I usually take pleasure in other people's misery but- when I saw your face it brought me no joy. In fact, thinking back on it, it made me sad myself and I decided I wanted to see you smile instead…which quite baffled me but I endeavored to make sure everyone in the hotel, yourself included, was taken care of.”

 

“Well shit….Thanks Smiles…”

 

Alastor heard the crack in his voice and looked up into the watery eyes of his doe. 

 

He pushed aside the empty plate in front of him as he got up and kneeled in front of his mate. 

 

“What is it, mon biche? Why are you crying?”

 

Angel held Alastor’s face gently, reverently. 

 

“You don’t know how much it means ta me that you helped me durin those times. I-….I had some really bad days but now that I think about it, whenever you tried ta cheer me up, I know those days were better than the rest. It really helped, whateva you did, and I don’t know how ta thank ya.”

 

So overcome with emotion, Angel felt the butterflies again and bent down to join their lips for a tender moment.

 

Alastor returned the soft kiss gently. He felt a fierce fluttering in his stomach, a pleasant tingle dancing across his nerves with every caress of the others smooth skin against his own.

 

The tingles ran up his spine and made him smile tenderly when at last they broke apart. 

 

He brought his forehead against his mate’s while he muttered out, “No thanks are necessary, I’m glad I was able to help.”

 

They moved apart and Alastor sat back down in his own chair. Angel pouted at him from his seat, feeling lonely all of a sudden. When Alastor noticed his timid gaze he patted his lap invitingly, motioning that Angel could take a seat on him should he like.

 

Alastor wasn’t usually so touchy but he could feel the need to be closer to his doe building in him again. Perhaps this would curb it somewhat so they might talk some more.

 

Angel smiled as he got up in his pretty yellow dress and sat on his mate's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck for added comfort. 

 

Feeling the warmth of Angel’s weight settle on him, Alastor breathed a sigh of relief. He still felt it but this closeness abated the gnawing sensation that had been growing in him since he’d brushed against him earlier.

 

He placed a hand securely on Angel’s hip, slightly caressing the smooth skin there as well as admiring the lovely dress he’d chosen for him.

 

He wasn’t sure if his next question would be out of line but nonetheless he was curious about it and couldn’t help himself from asking.

 

“Now pardon the question but something you said earlier intrigued me and I’m wondering if you might elaborate on it if it’s not too invasive.”

 

Angel‘s face blanked, he wasn’t sure what he was talking about but he felt a frisson of unease rush through him at the cautious tone.

 

“Depends what it is I guess….”

 

Alastor was wondering if now was the right time to broach this particular subject as with Angel sat upon his lap he could feel the heat in his loins rising once more. 

 

Damn my cursed libido!

 

He wasn’t going to back down now though, he wanted an answer.

 

“You said that sex was now more of a ‘survival thing’, I’m curious what you mean by that? I was under the impression that you enjoyed your profession and just hated your employer.”

 

As you should, Alastor thought to himself snidely.

 

Alastor could feel Angel's hands tighten behind his nape. A shudder of involuntary fear ran through the figure sitting atop him and Alastor moved his hands to enclose his mate in his arms protectively.

 

“It’s alright Angel, you don’t have to say anything if you do not wish to. I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

 

Angel’s heart, which had been pounding at the sudden question, slowly started to calm. 

 

Angel realized with a start that he did want to tell Alastor. He wanted to tell him everything but….he was afraid.

 

He was afraid that he’d seem weak, or that Alastor would look down on him for how he had to survive. Or worse that he’d try to be a knight in shining armor and get himself killed trying to protect his honor or some shit like that.

 

Realistically he knew he was being ridiculous. Thus far Alastor had been nothing but comforting and understanding of everything he’d told him, but past experiences with others reared their ugly heads in his mind and made him fear what might happen if he opened up.

 

He took a deep breath and hugged Al a little tighter, tucking his head in the crook of his neck.

 

“No,” he mumbled against his buck’s throat, “I wanna tell ya, just….please promise ya won’t do anything crazy.”

 

Alastor’s brow furrowed but he accepted his stipulations with a murmured, “Alright, I promise,” while stroking his fingers through Angel’s silky locks and sweeping it to the side of his cheek. His fingers lingered on the smooth skin beneath his eyes as he caressed it gently, soothing the trepidation he could see hanging in those beautiful jewels.

 

“So… I do like sex, but… I hate my work.” 

 

Angel paused, he knew it was confusing but he had to get his thoughts straight.

 

“What I mean is, I contracted with Val about 70 years ago and although I still like sex I haven’t liked sex work in a very long time. The hooking around would have been ok if I actually got ta choose my clients and reject the more… rough ones. And the porn side of it has never been fun. I learned since day one you gotta act cause ain’t no one in there aimin to do you any favors.”

 

Alastor was confused, this information was quite contradictory to what he’d seen from the arachnid over the past year. There were a few times he’d seen him with nameless clients in the hotel, though not for long as usually Vagatha would find them and inevitably kick them out for not being a patron of the hotel.

 

But Angel had always touted the impression of loving everything about his career, his flirtatious persona practically a given in his mind.

 

It was unsettling to now hear him saying it was all an act. He didn’t like his job, and he only did it to ‘survive’, the why remained though.

 

“So you do not like your job. If it is the clients or the other actors why not just tell Valentino no? That you are willing to do some other menial task of his to pay off whatever debt you owe to him?”

 

Alastor thought this was perfectly reasonable, he’d done so with Husk and Niffty plenty of times. If the tasks he assigned them were less appealing or outright abhorrent to them he would allow them another suitable arrangement. Such was the agreement between a contract owner and his contractee.

 

Angel gave a chilling laugh. He leaned back and said with a face devoid of emotion, “No one tells Val ‘no’.”

 

Alastor felt a horror grow within him, Angel’s defeated gaze solidifying it for him.

 

“Do you mean to tell me that he forces you to do these things even if you’re uncomfortable with them?”

 

He watched a silent tear fall down his doe’s face, distraught as the truth finally came out.

 

Alastor felt a rage build in him like none before. He wanted to storm that porn studio, find that vile miserable wretch, and make him suffer. 

 

Make him wish he’d never been born.

 

He’d rip that moth to shreds with his bare hands once he got out of here, he swore it.

 

“Hey!”

 

Alastor lifted his murderous eyes to meet his mate’s sad gaze. 

 

“You promised.”

 

Alastor felt the anger ebb out of him. He knew Angel had seen he was plotting revenge and…he had promised. But nothing would stop him if that scoundrel did something to Angel now that he was there to protect him.

 

“That I did….I am not mad at you Angel, I could never be mad at you for something like this. I’m mad at the circumstances you seem to be in and that your contract owner is a ruthless and detestable man that does not deserve you.”

 

“I haven’t seen your contract but I assume it is ironclad, would it be possible that if you became less popular he might set you free?”

 

To his great dismay Angel started shivering again. 

 

What had he said to set this off?

 

He stroked Angel’s hair comfortingly and whispered sweet assurances to the side of his face as he cradled the fear stricken form of his mate.

 

“…..you don’t know what happens when Val’s porn stars get less popular, do you?….”

 

The question was soft but its tone chilled him to his core.

 

Alastor’s hand paused. 

 

He did not.

 

He had a sinking feeling though that whatever it was, it was nothing good.

 

Angel let out a shaky breath, “…they- when Val’s porn stars become unpopular the least popular ones are sent to snuff duty……”

 

Alastor tilted his head in confusion. What did that mean?

 

“What is snuff?”

 

Angel chuckled weakly and grimaced, “I envy you… not knowin what it is….Snuff…. Snuff is a type of porn where one of the actors gets….violently murdered, decapitated, or super fucked up. It’s one of the worst porn genres you can think of, especially here in hell cause at least when ya topside it happens once and ya done, dead.” 

 

Angel’s eyes became vacant, as if lost in the far recesses of his mind. 

 

“Down here it can happen over…and over…and over... until either you give up or go insane.” 

 

Alastor stiffened at the tortured whispers from his mate. His haunted stare told him Angel was clearly traumatized. 

 

He didn’t think he should ask his next question but his curiosity would not be assuaged until he knew.

 

He rocked him back and forth gently, running his fingers soothingly through his silky locks as he asked, “Has that-….Has Valentino ever made you do one of these films?”

 

The vacant look disappeared, replaced with one of anguish. A sob broke out of Angel, “Yes…”

 

He regretted it as soon as he asked. Angel finally let the memories take hold and broke down sobbing into his neck, clutching to him fiercely as if to cling to any shred of safety he could find. Alastor held him fast, protectively, giving him that reassurance that he’d watch over him no matter what.

 

Once Angel calmed down enough he managed to choke out, “I- I only had ta do it once. Just once. The only time I evah told him ‘No’.... I never told him no after that.”

 

Alastor felt a rush of heat flow through him, a hellish fury stabbing his nerves angrily and traveling throughout his body, making him want to rend flesh from bone.

 

That absolute cad! That despicable, wretched excuse for a man would pay. Alastor seethed, his anger palpable as he vowed he would make him pay and he would NEVER touch a hair on Angel’s head again.

 

But he again reluctantly let the anger go as he attended to his doe. He feared he’d ruined the playful mood he had set and decided to let Angel rest instead as he could see him nodding off slightly after all the emotional turmoil he’d been subjected to from their conversation. 

 

“I’m sorry for dredging all of that up, my dear…. Please rest now and I’ll make sure no harm comes to you in your dreams.”

 

He carried his doe with him to lay on the couch, Angel held securely in his arms while he lit a fire in the hearth with a snap of his fingers.

 

He still felt that damndable fire in his loins but vehemently pushed it down so he could provide comfort to his mate instead. He wanted to make sure Angel would consent to anything they ever did.

 

No amount of instinctual urges would make him ignore the haunting revelations that his doe had espoused tonight. He was glad he’d been told, it gave him peace of mind to know that he’d never inadvertently been as callous as the people Angel had to work with. He would endeavor to treat him as he deserved, with gentle respect and utmost consent.

 

He wanted to make sure their experiences would be nothing like what he’d had to endure before. Where people didn’t give a damn about his mate’s feelings. He would not be like the others who had taken horrible advantage of his poor Angel.

 

Watching his mate’s face for any signs of disturbance he summoned the Angel doll from the table where they’d left it and a white pin.

 

He carefully placed the pin in the head of the doll and watched as the troubled look dissipated from Angel’s now peacefully slumbering face. Hopefully the ‘healing’ pin would stave off any unpleasant memories that might disturb his mate in his sleep.

 

After Alastor made sure Angel was snug and secure in his embrace he summoned a book to read. He would make amends for ruining their moment when he awoke but in the meantime he would just bask in the feeling of Angel dozing in his arms, protected and safe from the dangers of hell.

Notes:

Well I hope y'all liked that cause I have no clue when the next one will come out... haven't been feeling all that inspired lately so who knows when I'll finish the next chapter.

Anywho lmk what y'all thought in the comments ❤️ I love reading them 🥰

Chapter 14: All that Jazz

Notes:

Sorry it's taken me so long 😅 I tend to go over the chapters over and over so I get rid of any grammar or plot mistakes but I'm sure there will still be some in there somewhere 😂

Treatin y'all with a bit of a soft chapter, the boys getting a bit closer. AND the introduction of a new character! 😄

Hopefully y'all like it 💗

Also BIG thank you to @shanimeartist for this absolutely lovely fanart from Chapter 10 of Primal Instincts! It's so friggen pretty!!!! 😆😆😆😍

And thank you to Laetitia and Jenna for always being so supportive of my writing 🥰💗

Angel awoke gradually, a feeling of warmth and security washed over him. The merry crackling of a fire nearby added to the cozy atmosphere. 

 

He felt like he was in one of those Christmas cards where someone was wrapped up in their lover's arms on a cold Winter night in front of a roaring fire.

 

He was pretty close.

 

It wasn’t Christmas but he was indeed held possessively against his buck’s chest while he thumbed through a book.

 

He lay flat against a reclined Alastor, his head resting atop a strong chest and his arms wrapped around the warm figure.

 

He felt an accompanying arm encircling him protectively, as if to ward off any dangers of the world, or any that might try to steal him away.

 

Angel blushed heavily, realizing he’d fallen asleep after he basically freaked out on Alastor…. But he felt much better now. Better than he’d ever felt after having an episode like that. 

 

He didn’t get them often but when he did he certainly didn't have the comfort and support that he could feel right now from the man beneath him.

 

Cherri could only do so much.

 

Angel snuggled further into the warmth of the body beneath him, hugging just a bit tighter to keep that sense of comfort. He’d never tire of the feeling.

 

Alastor felt the tickling sensation of fur drifting across his abdomen when Angel nestled further into his embrace. He smiled softly, putting his book down and brushing his now unoccupied fingers through the silken strands of Angel’s hair.

 

The feeling of those dexterous fingers massaging his scalp made a low pleasurable groan snake past Angel’s lips. 

 

Angel attempted to speak but pressed his face further into Alastor’s stomach, muffling his words.

 

Alastor found this quite enchanting but wished to know what he said.

 

“I’m sorry cher, what was that?”

 

Angel turned his head slightly and groggily murmured out, “…don’t wanna get up, too comfy…”

 

Alastor smiled and stroked his hair again, “You don’t have to get up at the moment, but I will need use of my body at some point, especially if you would still like to play a card or board game like you wanted.”

 

Angel let a small smile drift across his face at the thought. He actually felt really good just staying here for a while.

 

He rubbed the side of his face against Alastor’s shirt and stretched as he said, “I was havin such a nice dream too…” 

 

“Oh? What about?” 

 

Alastor was curious, he hadn’t thought his voodoo spell might provide a dream. It was just supposed to ‘heal’ the mind while asleep.

 

Angel stared off into the fire, a confused look crossing his face.

 

“It’s gonna sound so weird, but I just had a sense a… warmth and comfort…..you were there, and also a woman…. I can’t think a the details but we were happy….” Angel trailed off, shifting so he could crawl more into Alastor’s arms.

 

“Who knows, maybe it was my ma?” He laughed a bit, but inwardly frowned when he realized it hadn’t felt like his mother.

 

Alastor was delighted when Angel moved to enfold himself deeper in his embrace but was clearly puzzled by the dream Angel had described.

 

Normally when he sent a blessing for peaceful sleep it was uninterrupted, from anything, good dreams or bad. It was unexpected to be sure but perhaps just another mystifying piece of the puzzle that was Angel Dust.

 

“I am not sure, it’s curious but I’m sure it was nothing. Perhaps you’ll recall more details later and we can think on it again.”

 

Alastor put his book to the side and shifted Angel so he was level with him, their faces scant inches away from each other.

 

Alastor felt that pesky heat creep back into his lower regions from their precarious position and hoped Angel wouldn’t notice.

 

“So what would you like to do, mon biche? Play cards? Try out a board game? Just say the word and we can begin.”

 

Angel thought for a moment. 

 

Though he partly wanted to play a game with Al, he was extremely comfortable where he was now and was loath to move.

 

Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. He grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming as he turned back to Alastor.

 

“Just how much do ya wanna please your doe, Alastor?” Angel purred silkily into his ear. A stray flick of Angel’s tongue against the edge sent a wild shiver down his spine. He could hear the static in his mind build as he tried to calm his libido.

 

“Ah- whatever you desire I can provide, cher.”

 

Alastor felt an optimistic apprehension enter him. He wasn’t sure where this was going but so long as he got to share it with his mate and it made him happy, he would be fine. Plus this might be a good way to make up for all the unpleasantness he’d put Angel through last night. A bit of leeway on what activity they would share would hopefully cheer him up.

 

“Have ya evah watched a movie before, Smiles?” Angel asked as a smirk crept onto his face.

 

The screech of a radio flooded the room as Alastor startled at such a ridiculous question.

 

“A picture show? Absolutely not! I’ve endeavored never to endure such a frivolous activity and I intend to keep it that way.”

 

After his outburst he looked back down and was taken aback by the scene before him. Angel's bottom lip was wobbling precariously while his big glistening eyes stared up at him, silent and beseeching. His heart clenched at the thought of disappointing his Doe to this degree.

 

“But- I wanna watch a movie with you….Pleeeease? I’ll make it worth your while.” 

 

Angel shuffled closer, sliding himself deeper between Alastor’s legs while sliding his hands sensuously up his back and giving soft kisses to his slender neck.

 

Alastor felt the heat resurface and migrate to his face. He gulped loudly under the teasing sensations making their way up his neck.

 

Angel knew he’d won when he heard a low moan rumble through the throat he was currently worshiping with his lips and tongue. A pair of shaky hands grasped his hips firmly and brought him closer, their lower halves gently rocking into one another.

 

Alastor was gifted with a soft gasp at the motion, the lips on his neck trailing up slowly while the hips below him shifted constantly. 

 

Angel could tell by the tremor of his fingers that it was taking everything in his buck not to switch their positions and have his way with him. He felt light headed at the thought. Alastor’s restraint in response to his feelings from earlier made his chest swell with an unrivaled fondness.

 

The press of that tantalizing body above his own was a delicious torture all on its own, not to mention the fleeting kisses that were bestowed upon him. Alastor tried to repress the heat inside him but it was becoming increasingly harder the higher Angel went with his featherlight seductions.

 

A quiet giggle signaled his doom as warm supple lips sought out his own. 

 

Why was it that such a gentle pressure could encompass his mind and leave him breathless and craving for more? 

 

Any thoughts on the despicable picture show and any disdain relating to their annoying rectangular successor flew from his mind at the warm tingling sensations flooding into him through the soft melding of their mouths.

 

Angel played with his mate’s hair at the nape of his neck as he lifted his lips and went in for a deeper kiss. A brief press was all that was necessary before he was granted unfettered access to his mate’s warm wet cavern. Their tongues entwined lazily, more focused on the fluttering sensations it evoked rather than the usual molten heat that led to more…strenuous activities.

 

They were unhurried in their explorations, the leisurely wet smacking of their lips the only thing to break the silence. Angel tilted his head, moaning softly when Alastor managed to capture his tongue and suck gently on it. 

 

Angel reluctantly broke away when he felt the twitch of Alastor’s erection beneath him. He actually wanted to watch the movie so he didn’t want to start anything too heavy right now, but later if the film got boring they could fool around.

 

He gave one last tender kiss, leaning his forehead against the others to catch his breath, and puffed against his lips, “So? Did I convince ya yet?”

 

Alastor was having a hard time regaining any remnants of his own composure and reluctantly stammered out, “I-I suppose I can indulge you just this once.” 

 

At the triumphant look on Angel's face he hurried to clarify.

 

“But just this once! So make it count, yes?”

 

Angel shrugged internally, a small victory was still a victory. He beamed brilliantly at his buck, extremely pleased with this outcome.

 

He thought he should probably feel guilty for taking advantage of Alastor’s needy state to get what he wanted but he was just overjoyed that he could share a new experience with him.

 

Giddy to start, Angel asked, “So how we gonna get a tv and movie in here? I know Cha Cha’s got some in her room.”

 

Alastor hesitated with just snapping his fingers and materializing them there, not entirely sure what movie to summon.

 

Mistaking his mate’s hesitation for him being unable to perform the task, Angel awkwardly gave a resolution.

 

“I could always get Husk ta bring up some of her movies?”

 

“No!” Alastor said with a strange forcefulness that surprised even him. His eyes glowed a bright red and his hair stood on end as he imagined someone else coming to their quarters at this moment. 

 

No other males. No rivals.

 

Angel’s eyebrows rose, surprised and more than a little turned on. The intense possessiveness of his tone left nothing to the imagination. 

 

A light shiver ran through him, pleased as he was with Alastor’s reaction. He hid a small grin when he saw the buck realize how uncivilized he’d sounded.

 

Alastor scrambled to right himself, “No, that’s quite alright, I shall have someone else fetch it.”

 

He snapped his fingers and the shadows around them coalesced to form a solid humanesque figure.

 

Angel gasped. It looked just like Al, and he could see through it!

 

He’d seen Alastor’s band of shadows once before but not a fully formed figure that matched its master.

 

Watching the varied emotions pass over his Doe’s face, Alastor grinned. He supposed he hadn’t ever introduced his personal shadow before, had he?

 

Angel sat up a bit and reached out towards the translucent figure. It smiled a devious grin and leaned forward. 

 

Angel was surprised to find he could actually feel a firmness to it, as if it were solid. He ran his fingers over the doppelgängers hand in awe, the clone capturing his hand with his own and laying a soft kiss on top. It felt strange but also nice, a small blush coating his cheeks.

 

Alastor gave the shadow a challenging stare as if to say ‘Get your own’ and coughed to bring his mate’s attention back to him.

 

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever met my personal shadow?”

 

Angel shook his head still marveling at the living, breathing wisp that held the same image as the man who had him wrapped in his arms.

 

“No… is… is he like ya band? You know? When ya first got here and did that little dance numba? He looks like you…”

 

Alastor looked at his shadow and grinned, “No, this shadow in particular is different from the others. Those other ones were more along the lines of souls I’ve collected over time, whereas he,” Alastor said motioning with a nod towards the shadow, “is my personal one, he’s… in a sense an extension of myself.”

 

Alastor could see the confusion and curiosity vying against each other to take control of Angel’s face.

 

“So… he’s you? How does that work? Does he feel what you feel? Does he also have a rut? What’s his name?”

 

The questions came one after the other, each more excited than the last.

 

Alastor chuckled, amused at his mate’s eager curiosity.

 

“He is an extension of myself, he does feel what I feel, and I can feel what he feels if I so wish. He is not bound to the same urges that I am but will feel the sensations when fully formed.”

 

Alastor paused, unsure how much he should reveal about his over-emotional apparition. He decided that Angel would figure it out sooner rather than later by sheer observation so might as well rip the proverbial bandage off now.

 

“He’s a bit more….blatant with emotions than myself which is why he’s hardly ever seen. It wouldn’t do for my enemies be able to see what I’m feeling at any given time. And he doesn’t necessarily have a name. I’ve taken to calling him Bouclier most times. Although sometimes I call him Bouffon as well…” Alastor punctuation that last mark with a haughty smirk in his shadow’s direction. A challenge if Angel ever saw one.

 

Angel looked back to the shadow and was surprised to see a frown, his blue eyes glaring at the buck in his arms. The shadow had crossed his arms and stiffly tapped one foot against the carpet, obviously annoyed.

 

“Oooh it don’t sound like he liked that name that much…..what’s it mean?”

 

Alastor grinned smugly, “Bouffon is another word for Buffoon in French. And there are times he wholeheartedly deserves that title. Bouclier is a bit less subtle. We have a mutually beneficial relationship, he protects and serves me and I provide magic to him for his continued existence.”

 

Angel was a bit confused and frowned slightly, feeling sorry for the poor shadow. He knew he sure didn’t like it when Val called him degrading names for no reason.

 

Bouclier played it up a bit by lowering his ears in shame and letting a woefully pitiful look fall upon his face.

 

However Alastor wasn’t fooled, he knew he was just doing it to gain sympathy from Angel. Although unfortunately for him, his mate fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

 

“Awww Smiles, leave the poor guy alone! Must be hard havin ta work for this guy huh? Especially if he don’t treat ya nice. Shame on you, Al,” Angel chastised as he patted the poor fellows head.

 

Devilish little apparition…

 

“Well how bout this huh? I ain’t gonna call you either a those names. I’m just gonna call you Bou, that sound ok ta you?”

 

Bou leaned down more so Angel could stroke his face, a bright smile lighting up his previously forlorn visage. 

 

“Oui, Mon coeur,” The shadow said as he caught the hand brushing against him and laid a gentle kiss upon the lovely spider’s palm.

 

Angel flushed a bright red and didn’t notice the equally stunned and enraged buck currently fuming that his shadow would reveal so much.

 

“I ain’t sure what ya said but it sure did sound nice…” Angel said with a dreamy sigh.

 

Alastor breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Even if his shadow decided to torment him by speaking to Angel, he knew he only spoke the language that he’d grown up with. He wasn’t sure why he was restricted to that particular language, but it definitely helped in this situation. 

 

How dare his shadow say such things when he didn’t even know if he felt them yet. He pointedly stared at Bouffon and motioned across his mouth to signal he wasn’t to speak again until he gave him permission to do so. 

 

Bou begrudgingly stood up straight and waited for further instructions from his master, as he was expected to.

 

“Please go and fetch a Television and whatever films you can find from Charlotte's collection.”

 

The shadow immediately sunk to the floor and slid under the front door frame. 

 

“So…” Angel started hesitantly, he could feel the slight static that had permeated the room when Bou had spoken.

 

“What’s the deal with you and Bou there?” 

 

A faint smirk graced his face while he looked at his anxiously shifting buck.

 

“Whatever do you mean, mon biche? There is no ‘deal’.”

 

Angel smiled and turned back to press himself against Alastor’s chest. 

 

“That ain’t what I saw Smiles. It looked like you was jealous for a sec there.”

 

Alastor sputtered, how ridiculous.

 

“Wha- W-Why that’s just applesauce Angel! Complete hogwash, malarkey! I can’t very well be jealous of myself now, can I? Ha!” 

 

His exaggerated laughter prompted Angel to lift a goading eyebrow at him, noticeably able to see through his nervous denials.

 

His laughter trailed off awkwardly and as he was about to attempt to explain himself he was saved by a tv manifesting itself in front of them, rising steadily from the floor.

 

Thank Satan for small miracles…

 

The widescreen TV sat in front of them on a small coffee table with a few scattered slim boxes strewn on top. Feeling the need to avoid any further questions he moved to dismiss his shadow.

 

“Ah yes! Thank you Bouclier, that will be all for now.”

 

To anyone else it would have looked as though his shadow’s eyes twitched but he could see the eye roll the silly twit sent his way and pursed his lips, letting it go… for now.

 

Alastor summoned the thin rectangular boxes closer and handed them to Angel to choose one.

 

“Oooooh Charlie’s got a whole buncha chick flicks in here,” Angel said with an impressed whistle.

 

Befuddled by the term, Alastor cocked his head, “Chick Flick?”

 

Angel loved how one of Alastor’s ears always seemed to flop down when he got confused like this. He smiled pleasantly and said, “Yah! Like romantic movies, ya know? Where the broad falls in love with the steamy hunk and they get down ta business…”

 

Angel grinned at the alarming shade of red his buck was turning at the implications.

 

“You mean these are pornographic films?!?“

 

The buoyant laughter of his response chipped away at his unease. Angel wouldn’t purposely show something he might be uncomfortable with, he was sure.

 

“Naw Smiles, I was just kidding, they don’t show sex in these... much. Just a whole lot of lovey dovey stuff like kissin and ‘I love yous’.” He fluttered his eyelashes teasingly and looked back to the stack of movies in his hands, missing the blush staining Alastor’s face.

 

As he perused his choices he completely missed the rapid heartbeat and dumbstruck features from the man underneath him.

 

Alastor was frantic.

 

Why was his body reacting this way???

 

He felt like his stomach was doing a jig, the normal fluttering going into overdrive from the offhanded comment.

 

Those three little words had made his body go haywire and he just couldn’t for the life of him understand it.

 

He took some deep calming breaths, hoping his mate wouldn’t notice his frenzied reaction while he was so out of sorts.

 

Thankfully he calmed down just in the nick of time.

 

“Oh hey! She’s got some musicals in here too!”

 

Alastor, who had been so busy focusing on calming himself, immediately perked up at that.

 

“...Musicals, you say?”

 

It wasn’t a secret that Alastor loved music. He would play his favorite jazz songs every chance he got in the lobby. He liked to cut a rug too when in a particularly gleeful mood. Angel had always watched longingly from the sidelines wishing someone would dance with him like Al danced with the princess. It just looked so fun, so exciting, so… freeing.

 

But he’d never tried to cut in, seeing how much fun Charlie was having, not to mention the whole ‘5 foot rule’ thing. 

 

Angel beamed when he spotted a movie he knew Al would love.

 

“Hey Al, ya evah heard of Chicago?”

 

Alastor looked askance at Angel, “The City? Of course. Why do you ask?”

 

Angel shook his head. He assumed Al had never seen the musical before since it didn’t seem to ring any bells.

 

“Well this here is a musical called Chicago. It’s ‘bout a murderess goin ta the slammer and trickin the system inta lettin her back out.”

 

He could see the gears in his mate’s head turning, his eyes brightening devilishly at the mention of murder.

 

“Why, that sounds like the bees knees! I take it you have seen this picture before?”

 

Angel shook his head again. 

 

“I haven’t seen the movie but I did go see a production of it down here with Cherri once. Gotta say it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Cherri don’t really like musicals but she couldn’t pass up a story about a girl gettin away with murder so we ate it up in that theatre.”

 

Angel chuckled, remembering after the musical when they’d gone out to party.

 

“I- I remember there was this one song, ha ha! They said ‘Ding Dong Daddy’ and I instantly thought of you!”

 

A peal of laughter filled the room and Alastor’s features softened, admiring how charming his Doe was sometimes.

 

“A-anyway, I think you’ll like this one. Seems like it’ll be right up your alley.”

 

Angel momentarily extricated himself from Alastor’s hold to their mutual displeasure. He knew that Al would never figure out how to put a dvd into a disc tray…

 

Angel settled back into his arms and pressed play.

 

A jaunty jazz tune started and Angel could feel the suppressed shiver of anticipation run through the arms holding him. He sneakily glanced back just as the trumpets flared and watched a sparkle enter his buck‘s eyes that were now captivated by the wild spectacle on the tv.

 

He’s so cute when he’s tryin ta act all stuck up like he ain’t interested.

 

They watched the movie in a surprisingly calm silence. Alastor’s fascination with the plot, the music, and the dancing was broadcast on his features, eyes glued to the tv.

Alastor felt an unforeseen nostalgia enter him at the opening number.

The rousing tune filled him with an excitement he hadn’t felt since his last failed attempt for an outing at one of Hell’s unspoken holes in the wall. 

 

While they were somewhat adequate music wise, the bars company was usually less than ideal. He’d tried to bring one of his dear associates out to them once in a while but it just wasn’t the same as back when he was alive.

He watched one of the performers slip on the stereotypical dress from his time period, the quintessential flapper dress, and his eyes momentarily wandered over his mate’s form. 

 

He wondered vaguely if Angel would ever or had ever tried on such a garment….

Distracted back to the present by the woman’s rendition of the wonderfully staged song, his mind focused back on the film.

All that Jazz indeed! He thought eagerly as the woman belted out the titular line of the song and the lights dimmed in finality.

 

Angel was surprised to find Alastor wasn’t really hiding his reactions to the film all that much. He could feel every intake of breath when he was surprised or disgusted, his hand stroked his own when a fun or romantic scene popped up. Of course… he wasn’t entirely quiet. There were remarks here and there when Alastor would commiserate with the character.

 

'Oh dear, she’s going to have a doozy of a time cleaning up that mess…’

Or even funnier when he’d chastise their methods, ‘Getting away with murder requires a certain sense of patience. Clearly she was a bit too distraught in the moment to consider plotting his demise for a later date…’

Angel would inwardly shake his head at the ridiculously absurd remarks. He found Alastor trying to figure out the logistics of the plot very endearing.

He was glad Alastor was enjoying it at least and hey at least during some of the softer parts Alastor would hold him just a bit closer.

While they watched the women start singing from their jail cells Alastor finally broke the silence again.

“This… is a very strange film…Does no one else find it odd that they keep breaking into song?”

Angel’s brow furrowed. He looked back at Alastor wildly only to find a decidedly puzzled look on his face. Angel felt his hand itching to swat the invisible fly at his forehead.

 

“That’s not-....It’s make believe, basically she’s a little loopy and she’s imaginin’ all the singin and dancin…”

There was a long pause as the statement sunk in.

A realization came across his Buck’s face.

“Oh…..so this isn’t historically accurate?”

 

For fucks sake…

“Alastor… do you mean to tell me you thought this was real?”

He waited a beat, his eyes catching the deer caught in headlights look that Alastor was now sporting.

“Well….it sounds a bit silly now that you say it.”

A snort escaped him, full blown laughter following after trying to hold it in with all his might. It wasn’t his fault. He did say he never watched movies so how could he know?

“It’s alright Smiles, just enjoy the show. These girls know what they’re talkin about.”

Focus now back on the screen, Alastor watched as the women told their sordid tales of murder, all but one that held a more somber tone.

 

He wasn’t familiar with her language but judging by the context he felt a smidgen of pity for the poor girl.

 

The song itself however was exciting and threatening, a winning combo in his book!

 

There was a lull in the movie between songs that Alastor watched amused as his Doe was engrossed in the film.

 

He had been holding him securely around his middle while watching. Angel sitting between his legs, his back pressed against his front, but he noticed his hand lay bereft and open on his leg.

 

Glancing between Angel’s face and the open palm of his hand, he released one of his own from Angel’s middle and threaded his fingers through those of the barren hand.

 

Angel’s startled eyes left the screen and widened when a pleasant warmth settled into his palm, fingers spreading between his own as a flush of scarlett rushed to his face.

 

Really? We have sex constantly and this is what I get embarrassed over?…

 

Nevertheless a small shy smile blossomed over his face and he leaned further back into his buck while squeezing the hand within his own gently.

 

Feeling that squeeze to his nimble digits, Alastor let out the breath he’d been holding. He felt weightless, the tension leaving his shoulders with the squeeze. He didn’t know why this was something he was worried might be rejected but the soft hand clasped within his own felt wonderful and more perfect than he could have ever anticipated.

 

He smiled contentedly at this seeming acceptance for more contact as they continued the movie in a more comfortable silence.

 

After that it seemed the movie sped by in a blur of sequins and flashy performances. 

 

As they finished the final number and the screen went to credits, Angel slowly raised himself up, maneuvering around so he lay against his side on top of Alastor. He could now see his buck's face and was happy to see an amused smile upon it. 

 

“So? How’d ya like it?”

 

He watched Alastor struggle to find the right words. Obviously he didn’t want to seem too pleased with the movie otherwise he’d lose his upper hand. However, he also didn’t want to disappoint Angel and say anything that might offend him.

 

“It was….tolerable.” Alastor concluded reluctantly.

 

Angel raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

 

Knowing he’d had his hopes up that such an answer might satisfy his mate he sighed in resignation. Meanwhile the twinkle in Angel’s eyes glimmered mischievously at his obvious hesitation.

 

“I….thought the performances were rather well done, the murder was a bit sloppy for my taste but I can see how she might have gotten distracted. The music was very good, I might need to find a record of it at some point … and the story itself, while not making much sense to me at first, was fairly straightforward. Although I will say I didn’t particularly agree with the protagonists reasoning for murder.”

 

Angel, who had been hanging on every word of Alastor’s review of the movie, quirked an eyebrow quizzically at that.

 

“Oh? How come?”

 

“I suppose everyone has their own reasons for committing murder, mine were just more…..morally motivated. I only ever chose people that wholeheartedly deserved it! This whole fantasy of murdering because she was promised fame and subsequently trying to gain notoriety to become a famous vaudeville actress is a bit… far-fetched. But all in all the music and spectacles were quite entertaining.”   

 

Angel tilted his head, “But…… didn’t you become the ‘Bayou Butcher’ or whateva they called you? Wouldn’t that be murderin for fame?”

 

Alastor chuckled, “Ah to an outside perspective perhaps, however I didn’t have ulterior motives other than removing the more than deserved filth from my community while also quenching my unmistakable thirst for blood. It was a match made in heaven, so to speak. It just so happened that the infamy was an added bonus.”

 

“Riiiight,” Angel teased. 

 

Angel personally thought the bastard deserved what he got for stringin her along, and in a past life he might have even done the same. Now though, he’d gone through too much shit to want anything more to do with fame. He’d learned his lesson tenfold from Val.

 

Alastor interrupted this train of thought, “I really liked that Amos fellow. The poor fool sure had a rough time. But with how crafty that Roxie was I don’t think it could have gone in his favor anyway.”

 

Angel had to agree, he felt a bit bad for the guy as well. He hadn’t done anything except try to care for his wife and what did he get in return? Nothing but betrayal and despair. Angel hoped if there was ever a sequel that Amos had found another gal to love.

 

Alastor continued on, “I will say the ending was a bit anticlimactic. It really was interesting to see how fickle the population can become when it comes to popularizing crime.”

 

“Why, myself for example, at the height of my killing spree I was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to know just who the mysterious ‘Bayou butcher’ was. People slept with one eye open in case he came for them in the night, or so I heard.” Alastor chuckled, reminiscing about his life before death.

 

“I even found that they made my old house some sort of… paid amusement. When I sent for some of my things to be brought down a ‘brochure’ came with it. To say I was stunned was an understatement! I wish I could go up and see it myself!”

 

Angel was mildly intrigued to hear about this and made a note to have Al show him that brochure later, out of curiosity.

 

“But anyhow, while I didn’t quite understand some of the story, I will say it had a very whimsical air about it and was quite an experience.”

 

There followed an uneasy silence and Alastor wondered if he’d said something wrong. 

 

“So…..otha than all that, ya liked it?” 

 

The question was asked with a quiet tentative voice, his doe quickly averting his eyes with a blush when his own darted toward him.

 

His smile was soft, his eyes drooping into a fond stare at this uncharacteristically shy side of his mate. 

 

“Yes mon ange, I will admit it was more enjoyable than I would have thought.”

 

He watched, amused, as his mate’s relieved gaze met his again and he said, “Good…. So you won’t mind watchin another one sometime then?”

 

His brow furrowed while the corners of Angel’s mouth twitched up into a mischievous smirk.

 

Alastor huffed but couldn’t stand the thought of bringing a frown to that lovely face so he agreed. It hadn’t been that bad of an experience after all. He could perhaps stomach another, so long as Angel was in his arms…

 

With that thought, he glanced again at their still clasped hands. His mouth ran dry when he focused on the strange feelings it evoked in him. A familiar light fluttering filled his stomach as his unoccupied hand brushed over Angel’s swan-like neck. A graceful finger tilting that captivating face up toward his own as he asked, “Well, what would you like to do next, mon biche?”

 

Angel held his red gaze, the sweet scent of gardenias and pastries washing over him. He felt like just staying here, breathing it in, and never letting go.

 

Everything felt just a bit more real. The smells, the way Alastor was looking at him, the careful way Alastor was touching him. It made his heart clench painfully. 

 

Satan… I’m in trouble…

 

Not wanting to spoil the content mood they’d built back up, Angel leaned in a bit more, pressing his lips against Alastor’s momentarily stunned ones.

 

The stun wore off quickly, cupping his Doe’s cheek and bringing him in closer. He caught his breath, trading heated kisses with Angel while leading him up his body until he finally lay on top of him, his legs intertwined with his own.

 

The feeling of a tongue asking for entrance made the heat rush to his face and Alastor moaned softly his thanks. Alastor’s hand drifted along his mate’s back, one hand splayed against the small of it while the other threaded its fingers through his mate’s silky hair. 

 

“Mmph…” a small whimper escaped him when he felt the longing caress of a thumb to the back of his neck. The hand at his back pulled him insistently closer and Angel gasped when he felt the sizable bulge pulsing below him. 

 

Angel’s body was warm and soft, a light shiver traveling through him as Alastor maneuvered him against the back of the couch so they lay side by side.

 

He was trapped between the hot body of his buck and the warm back of the couch, nowhere to go. Was it weird that he was even more turned on?

 

Angel’s sultry moan was wrenched from his mouth when Alastor started teasing his hips, fingers trailing up to any skin not hidden by his dress.

 

“So what would you like to do next mon ange?” Alastor asked while laying sweet kisses on the unblemished skin right above his cleavage.

 

A surge of warmth caused his legs to clench tightly when Alastor got too close to one of his pebbled peaks, merely teasing for now.

 

“Ah, hah, I know what I wanna do,” Angel said as his lips quickly found their way to the shell of his mate’s ear. A husky whisper and slick tongue made its debut as he said, “Take me ta bed Alastor…”

 

A sudden heat blossomed inside him, the whispers from before became loud in his head as they urged him to claim his more than willing mate. He was so excited at the prospect he was practically vibrating with anticipation.

 

Angel heard an odd swishing sound on the other side of Alastor’s body and, glancing around, bit his lip to hold in the litany of giddy giggles from the sight that greeted him.

 

There, sitting above Alastor’s perky cheeks, which he still had yet to fully explore, sat the furiously fluttering tail. The sound of it hitting the side of the couch almost pushed him over the edge but instead he stared down at his buck’s flushed and aroused face, leaning in to give his nose a chaste kiss.

 

“You’re so fuckin cute sometimes, Bambi…” he murmured dreamily as he drew away.

 

The thumping died down and Angel, concerned, looked into his mate’s startled and perplexed eyes.

 

“Bambi?!? Where did that come from?”

 

A bright chorus of giggles broke through his hand which had tried to stave them off to no avail. 

 

“Sorry, but wit ya tail dancin a mambo over there I couldn’t help it, ya don’t like it?”

 

Alastor pursed his lips, surreptitiously glancing back at the accused while cursing its continuous betrayal. 

 

“I-It’s not that I don’t like it, I am just unfamiliar with what it means…”

 

A jolt ran down his spine at the phrase. Right before he opened his big mouth for further scrutiny he remembered Alastor never watched movies. Maybe he’d never heard of the kids classic…

 

“That’s ok Smiles,” he said as he brushed a hand against his face, the subtle shifting of Al’s jaw to fit his palm filled him with a satisfying warmth.

 

“It’s from an old movie, it’s just a name for a cute deer. I hope ya don’t mind. I just liked it cause… it reminds me how adorable ya are,” he said as his lips briefly touched the ones below him in a peace offering against any offense he may have caused.

 

Hooded eyes full of admiration stared back, completely overcome by his doe, although still unsure of his new nickname…but he would acquiesce if it meant what he said.

 

“That’s perfectly alright then, my dear. I have no qualms with that nickname, so long as you only use it between the two of us.” 

 

He didn’t need anyone else getting any bright ideas about other nicknames for himself.

 

“Sounds good to me il mio bel cervo,” Angel whispered against his lips. 

 

A jolt of unexpected pleasure rushed up his spine.


Bel….sounds like belle.

 

Italian and French were pretty similar in some aspects so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for Angel to be complimenting him. A warm fuzzy feeling entered his heart and broke through his resolve straight to the heat that had been threatening to escape.

 

All of a sudden, Angel felt a rush as he flew into the air on strong arms carrying him bridal style.

“Now….let’s get you to bed as you requested, shall we darling?”

Notes:

Oops! Cliffhanger 😋 Feel a bit bad about it but I'm workin hard on the next chapter and we'll see when it comes out ☺️

If you liked the chapter let me know in the comments, I get a bit more resolved to write more when I see all of y'alls wonderful comments encouraging me 😁

Also for shits and giggles here's a thing of me singing "All that Jazz" from the musical Chicago :D

Bouclier - Shield

Oui, Mon coeur - Yes, my heart

il mio bel cervo - my handsome buck(deer)

Chapter 15: You don't need water to feel like you're drowning

Notes:

Yah I know I'm taking forever XD but I assure you it's cause I'm trying to make it good lol

....plus I have too many wips heh...

Anywhoo this chapter is dedicated to my amazing friend @Shanimeartist. She's been so awesome to help me out when I wanted feedback on stuff and she even made a fantastic art piece here for this chapter, which I couldn't be happier about 😍😭 So thank you so much Shannon! 💖

Angel couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive. He could feel a sizable bulge twitching against his hip insistently as Alastor swiftly carried him to the bedroom and he grew more excited with every step.

 

Were his rut instincts finally kicking in? 

 

Would he go savage? 

 

Angel was eagerly waiting to find out.

 

However, to his inexplicable disbelief it was quite the contrary. Though Alastor could indeed feel the hot surge of lust spreading throughout his body, a persistent voice in the back of his head reminded him of his earlier blunder.

 

His rut was urging him to tear the dress off his mate and ensure he bred him thoroughly, multiple times if necessary. But he couldn’t stop the sight of Angel’s haunted face in his mind's eye. 

 

No. 

 

Tonight would not be about frenzied mating, he’d take things slow for once. He’d show Angel how things could be with someone who took his feelings into account and treated him with soft gestures and decency.

 

It was with great surprise when instead of throwing him down onto the bed in a fit of raging hormones he was instead settled down gently atop the plush comforter. 

 

Alastor moved slowly, his movements reserved, like a cautious deer that caught sight of a friendly human beckoning it to their side.

 

Angel was confused. 

 

Where was the need? The impatient appetite that he’d heard about from sinners in rut? 

 

It seemed that Alastor was more focused, more deliberate in his movements than he’d ever seen him.

 

He leaned back as Alastor carefully crawled on top of him. There was a small intake of breath when Alastor lifted a hand to his cheek and just cupped it gently.

 

Alastor stared into his eyes, tenderly looking down at him while brushing a stray thumb against his skin in reverence. A furious blush blossomed across his face under such a soft gesture.

 

“You have beautiful eyes, you know. Has anyone ever told you that?”

 

Angel, who had been holding his breath, let it out with an embarrassed squeak and shook his head. Of course some had complimented him before but usually so they could get in his pants, not like now, not the way he was saying it.

 

“J'aimerais que tu puisses voir à quel point tu es belle à travers mes yeux. ”

 

Angel sank down a bit further into the pillows, clenching his thighs tight against the throbbing that plagued him from those dulcet tones.

 

“Mmmph please mio cervo, don’t tease me like that, Dio aiutami…” He trailed off helplessly.

 

Alastor gave a small smile, moving forward slowly and molding his mouth to Angel’s in a tender kiss.

 

He waited patiently, moving his lips in tandem while he let Angel set the pace. He struggled between his want to take control and his need to show that he cared for Angel enough to temper his libido.

 

Angel was flummoxed, not only by Al’s unhurried movements but it felt…different. Alastor was being more attentive and softer than usual, and that was saying something. It wasn’t that Alastor wasn’t a good lover, cause as far as he was concerned he was the best lover he’d ever had. But he couldn’t help but marvel how his touches were more measured, more delicate. Treating him as if he were made of glass.

 

Angel was used to rough, hard and fast. To be honest he didn’t mind that, but this new feeling… it was both confusing and exhilarating. It left his mind in a tizzy and he couldn’t ruminate why.

 

The softly stroking hands drifting along his body were careful, exciting him and distracting him to no end.

 

He just wanted Alastor to fuck him, drive into him, show him he belonged to him. He didn’t want to get used to this sort of…charity. 

 

When he went back to Val he was sure he’d never feel it again. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Alastor to stop. His treacherous heart just told him to relax and feel, remember it as something to hold on to for the future. Something to think of when times were at their bleakest.

 

The feel of a hand on his thigh had him lock eyes with the man above him. Angel giggled at the hazy gaze that stared back, complete with goofy grin. He was glad he wasn’t the only one affected.

 

Angel reached down, still maintaining eye contact, and without a word moved Alastor’s hand from his thigh up to where he needed it most.

 

A snap was heard and a trail of goosebumps lit up the flesh of his now naked body.

 

He would never get used to that.

 

A light caress against his clit had him arching his back, two hands clenching the sheets below while the other two spread his legs wide open. His glistening slit was put on display and he could see the predatory gleam fill his buck’s eyes. He was hoping this would speed things up a bit. This unspoken communication led Alastor to bend down, his face level with Angel’s dripping sex.

 

Finally! Angel thought.

 

He braced himself for that sinful tongue and was surprised instead to feel the fleeting sensation of warm lips against his inner thighs. 

 

Angel was captivated, the light teasing to his clit mixed together with the butterfly kisses to his inner thigh was surprisingly more arousing than he’d anticipated. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that those crimson eyes had never left his own, all while he was worshiping his sensitive skin. Or that the caresses were so gentle it made him yearn desperately for more.

 

Or… it could have been for other reasons….

 

He just knew it was something he’d only dreamed about. This feeling of real intimacy, closeness. He wanted to just stay in this moment forever.

 

But then again, Alastor had a hefty goal that he was more than determined to exceed.

 

Angel wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this. Alastor’s fleeting mouth was being more brazen now, breathing on the junction between his groin and inner thigh. 

 

He was so wet a small puddle of his arousal was starting to pool on the sheets below. Although it could also be drool if Alastor’s usual insatiable appetite wasn’t as contained as it appeared.

 

Angel didn’t care though, he wanted more. He had an ache and it needed to be filled.

 

“Please Alastor~” he whined pleadingly. “Please stop teasin me….I want you- no I-I need you. Please daddy?”

 

Alastor nearly broke then, but today was about taking his time, making sure Angel was completely satisfied. The need to worship this perfect figure below him was comparable to breathing at this point. And he would be sure to make it memorable.

 

“I know darling, I know,” he gently shushed his delicate spider, “Just lie back and relax, mon ange.”

 

Angel was about to lift himself up on his elbows to glare at his impetuous mate when a tongue suddenly joined the fray.

 

His neck bent back in an instant as he let out a long overdue moan. His eyes shuttered closed in the sweet bliss of the moment. The tongue was hot and wet, sweeping along the bottoms of his thighs. A hot trail of saliva led up to the area he’d been praying for most. Angel let out a sob of relief, his back arched and claws sinking into soft sheets, when he felt the wriggling mass finally take pity and trace his outer lips.

 

He squirmed, desperate for more contact, but Alastor just tutted him softly and continued on with his languid exploration.

 

Every time he thought about asking for more Alastor would reach a new sensitive area and he’d clench his fists, trying to hold back any pitiful noises that threatened to spill from his lips.

 

The hot puffs of air on his hole made his heartbeat skyrocket, anticipation filling him while wishing something far larger would. He looked down to see Alastor slightly gyrating against the bed, obviously affected by what he was doing but still intent on teasing him mercilessly.

 

Alastor’s head was reeling. 

 

The taste. 

 

The smells.  

 

The sounds…

 

The feeling of Angel literally quivering under his touch was placing him in a frenzied state. 

 

He wanted nothing more than to spread his spider’s legs open and bury himself into that tight wet heat, but he held back. He wanted to make up for all of the poor experiences Angel had ever had. 

 

He wanted to wipe the slate clean and assure Angel this is how he deserved to be treated. 

 

To be worshiped, to be cared for, to be adored.

 

Looking up at Angel he marveled at how soft his fur looked against his crimson sheets. How the aroused flush from his cheeks made his eyes sparkle in the dim light. How when he’d paid special attention to a known sweet spot on his pelvis Angel’s eyelashes had fluttered like mad, not realizing Alastor had his full attention. He was left with a sense of wonder, watching Angel gasping under his tongue and choking back his small breathy whimpers for more. He wished he could bottle the emotion welling up in him so he might experience it again and again. 

 

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was other than…..a comfortable obsession he had for the arachnid. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. He wouldn’t go so far as to say anything more sentimental, even to himself, for fear of being proven wrong once his rut had diminished. There would be time enough to figure out these confusing feelings welling inside of him once this accursed season ended and he could take hold of his senses once more.

 

Clearing his head of the distracting thoughts, he shuddered as Angel’s scent washed over him again and he felt his hardened cock unconsciously rut into the sheets with need. As embarrassing as it was to essentially be making love to the bedspread, he was quite surprised he’d even lasted this long without proper stimulation. He supposed even his formidable willpower couldn’t hold back such things forever.

 

A gentle flick of the tongue sent Angel spiraling. 

 

He’d finally found the area Angel wanted him at most and it was heaven.

 

Angel almost cried in relief as he felt the tongue draw slow deliberate circles around his sensitive bundle of nerves. He wanted harder, and faster, but for now he’d count this as a win.

 

Tentatively he reached down to touch the wisps of ruby red hair brushing against his thighs. He wasn’t sure why he was so shy all of a sudden, it wasn’t like he hadn’t felt Al’s hair before but with the care he was receiving, he figured he might return it in kind. 

 

Those glowing red globes sought out his own at the touch. A soft smile graced Alastor’s features as he reared his head back a bit so he could lean into the tender hand.

 

Sensing his approval, Angel let his fingers glide through the soft locks cascading down to his lower half. Its silken textures felt wonderful against his palm and he could tell his buck liked it as well judging from the sporadic fluttering of the red and black deer tail below.

 

Angel longed to thread his fingers fully through his luxurious locks and steer his head fully down where he wanted it. He didn’t mind this softness, but he was quickly unraveling and patience had never been his strong suit.

 

Alastor continued with his slow strokes, eventually capturing the now prominent pearl in his lips and gently sucking.

 

Angel saw stars. He gasped for air and clenched his unoccupied fingers in the sheets at the subdued suction. 

 

“Ah! F-fuck…”

 

My, what an exquisite reaction! Alastor thought with gleeful pride.

 

A long drawn out moan followed when Alastor worshiped it with a deft curling of his tongue.

 

Alastor eyed the slick slit that just seemed to get more wet the longer he stayed attached to his mate’s throbbing clit.

 

He ran two fingers along the glistening slit, using them to smear the juices, creating an alluring sheen. Another one of his unnatural urges. He stroked them down the center to spread the lips apart, now able to gaze at the pulsating hole.

 

It was so very…lewd. But pleasingly so. He’d never thought of such things as attractive before. Although he’d never really felt attraction before either so even though he wasn’t used to such feelings, he embraced them all the same.

 

He found he couldn’t concentrate as the intoxicating scent wafting from his spread lips drew him in. His mind went fuzzy, a feverish sweat sticking to his skin the longer he went without indulging his instincts.

 

He carefully positioned his fingers against the slick mess of an entrance and let them sink into the warmth. A lovely suction and heat enveloped the digits causing him to shiver in delight.

 

“Ah! Fuuck- yes… yes please Smiles…” Angel whined out. He felt the pressure of the digits stroke against his walls and bit his lip, afraid they might leave him.

 

The fingers started moving in and out slowly, Angel twitching and gasping from above with every withdrawal and every languid flick of a tongue against his clit.

 

Angel could feel the beginnings of his climax and wondered how this could be happening with such little stimulation. To be fair this sort of treatment was so far outside of his norm that it was a massive turn on and the more he thought of it, the more his arousal grew.

 

The waves of pleasure were coursing through him, ready to drown him any second when suddenly Alastor withdrew.

 

He mewled fiercely in displeasure, he’d been so close to coming.

 

He looked down with determined eyes but was struck silent.

 

Alastor was panting heavily, a noticeable tremor in form. An odd creaking sounded and he glanced up to see his antlers branching out majestically from atop his head. He was red in the face and he looked….hungry . He was staring at his fingers, amply covered in the sheen of Angel’s slippery juices, with a strange intensity. He rubbed them together, watching intently as he pulled them apart and the sticky essense clung to each other, strands of pearlescent cum hanging between his sodden fingers. Angel, fascinated with this obscene display, watched as Alastor lifted the fingers he’d been stroking into him to his lips and greedily sucked on them like a man starved. A ragged moan snaked past his busy lips and Angel wondered if he should be jealous. With a curious caution, he spoke.

 

“….you ok, Al?”

 

A frisson of aroused fear ran through him when Al’s head instantly swiveled to him at the sound. His throat bobbed with the effort not to swallow.

 

What is this…

 

A low dangerous growl shattered the silence that had fallen in the room and Angel could feel an abundance of slick fall down his thighs at the guttural sound. Suddenly, he found his mate perched on all fours and positioned like a wolf going in for the kill. He sniffed the air briefly before zeroing in on the source. Angel’s eyes widened and his cock twitched when he saw those same intensely vivid crimson eyes come to land on his own. They quickly dilated and fixated on his aroused but trembling form, waiting for any sudden movements. 

 

Alastor looked a bit…unhinged.

 

The moment was gone as quickly as it came.

 

Angel watched with bated breath as the tension slid from his mate’s shoulders. Still, he could see Alastor fighting for control of his mind as he said, “Of course, cher. Just a minor deviation, nothing to worry about.”

 

Angel knew he was trying to hold something in and knowing him he was denying something he shouldn’t. Angel smirked and wondered if he could help that along.

 

Alastor’s ear flicked when it heard the small whimper Angel emitted. His eyes glanced back and his mouth ran dry as it gazed at Angel pleasuring himself.

 

“Ya betta get back ova here Al, or I’m gonna finish what ya started.”

 

Alastor quickly crawled back up along his body,  swatting his fingers away and replacing them with his own. He sank them into his Doe’s body and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

 

Once he was sure Angel had surrendered command of his body back to Alastor, he removed his fingers and positioned his painfully aroused length along the seam of Angel’s hot gushing channel.

 

Feeling that familiar heat rub along the lips of his nether region, Angel broke from the kiss.

 

“Oh Alastor~ per favore, please put it in me baby… I want ya cock so bad. I need ta feel ya….”

 

The little vixen punctuated this by running his hands along the lean muscles of his back, one hand straying to drift teasingly between his cheeks.

 

Alastor’s eyes widened and he shuddered in desire, unable to hold back any longer.

 

He slowly sunk into Angel’s tight heat, the walls of his channel hugging him as he stretched them to their limits. 

 

Angel clutched his fingers on Alastor’s shoulders, a long whine reverberated off the walls as he verbalized his satisfaction.

 

He hooked a leg around Alastor’s hip, trying to pull him in closer. But Alastor was taking his time, sinking in inch by glorious inch, unhurried and wanting to feel everything.

 

Angel was beyond frustrated with their pace but was dismayed to find his body didn’t mind it as much. If anything the prolonging only heightened his arousal farther than ever. 

 

But he felt an insistence stir within him that only that familiar full sensation could alleviate.

 

Wanting to nudge Alastor into hurrying things along, he used his many years of seduction techniques to try to encourage him to give in.

 

He nibbled a trail of love bites down Alastor’s neck, lavishing them with his tongue shortly after. Alastor, feeling those careful bites and sinful tongue, released a longing moan in response. 

 

An inch sunk in.

 

He planted butterfly kisses along his jaw, leading up to his lips as he threaded his fingers through the soft strands on the sides of his face and brought him down into a bruising kiss.

 

Another inch.

 

He swiped his tongue across kiss swollen lips, asking for entrance and was happily granted permission. He plundered Alastor’s mouth, his lascivious tongue dancing along his buck’s feverishly while surreptitiously running his finger down his mate's backside again, finding his way along the seam and firmly stroking his sensitive ring of muscle.

 

Alastor bottomed out immediately.

 

Angel was ecstatic, his joyous shriek muffled by Alastor’s mouth on his own. Not only did he manage to get Alastor to do what he wanted but he was also rewarded with a rare whimper from the shy buck.

 

“Good boy Smiles…” Angel whispered breathlessly into his ear as he luxuriated in the feeling of his buck buried to the hilt inside of him. The fullness left him gasping and giddy, a satisfied smile plastered on his face. He clutched at his mate’s back as said mate tried to contain himself and regain some semblance of control.

 

After a good long moment of trying to gather his composure, Alastor felt a static energy emerge, buzzing through his nerve endings tempting him to start furiously pounding away into his doe.

 

He lay between such plump soft thighs, completely enveloping Angel in his embrace and instead focused on the warmth of him in his arms. 

 

The feel of his smooth silky fur brushing against his sweat slicked hairless chest, softly caressing the numerous scars that littered the expanse of it.

 

The softly panting breath that tickled his chin from the man beneath him. 

 

The gentle sigh as Angel looked up at him, probably wondering what was going on in his head.

 

A serene calm took hold of him from these special feelings, knowing that this intimacy was reserved for him alone and how deeply his contentment was merely from having him in his arms.

 

With that he was finally able to wrestle control back from his beastly instincts and brushed a sweet kiss against his mate’s lips as he started rocking into him.

 

It felt wonderful to be in his spider. The awed gasps, his half lidded eyes and flushed skin belying the fact that he was enjoying this gentle lovemaking just as much as Alastor was.

 

Angel really thought praising his buck would finally get him the hard pounding he wanted but just when he was about to snap he’d eerily calmed himself down.

 

Instead he received a kiss that made his toe beans curl with how sweetly it was placed upon his lips. 

 

Alastor had no right to be this fucking adorable! 

 

He couldn’t even be mad, he was still getting fucked, it just…. felt a lot more than normal.

 

He wasn’t sure how to describe it other than he was feeling a lot more than he usually did and it had everything to do with Alastor. The soft words of encouragement that he whispered in his ear. The way Alastor seemed to be barely moving but was still making his body heat up with every shift of his hips into his.

 

He was so deep, a different ridge managed to nudge against his g spot with every gyration and it was quickly getting to him. Just when he thought the slow build of arousal might take him to an early grave, two fingers started rubbing against his bundle of nerves down below. 

 

A soft whimper escaped him despite his attempt to muffle it. 

 

“Yes mon ange, does it feel good? You look so lovely like this, filled to the brim. You’re taking me so well, mon cher. You know you don’t have to keep your sounds in, I’d love to hear your sweet voice, darling.”

 

A heavy blush ravaged his skin at the whispered words. A whine caught in his throat when Alastor changed angle slightly, managing a deeper plunge.

 

His mind was a jumbled mess from all he was feeling. The slow short continuous thrusts that had him gently bounce in Alastor’s grasp, the achingly deliberate fingers that drew circles over his clit. A thumb snaked its way along his shaft and he finally broke his silence.

 

“Ah hah mmmn God yes! Yes! That feels so good! You’re so big…. Ah hah mmph, please Smiles, I- I feel so hot, I wanna cum so bad… ”

 

The shit eating grin he could do without but feeling his pace quicken he decided just this once he’d forgive him. 

 

Feeling everything in that moment, Angel had a moment of clarity. He looked up pleadingly into the eyes of his buck and saw the care that shone in those crimson depths. 

 

He felt the butterflies again and melted at the sight. Clutching to his back desperately he brought him closer. His voice wavered as he let out a soft, “A-Alastor….”

 

A delicious tingle ran through him, hearing the need in his Doe’s voice as he uttered his name. 

 

He leaned back, his eyes mesmerized by the sight below him.

 

“Say that again…” He said insistently, eyes fixated on the flushed face and hazy gaze of his doe.

 

Angel clutched a bit tighter, managing to reply with a whimper between the rhythmic thrusts, “Alastor…”

 

Alastor rocked a bit faster, plunging as deeply as he could.

 

He intertwined his fingers with Angels and put his face into the crook of his neck as he growled out, “Angel…. mine… ”

 

That one syllable was his undoing, the catalyst to the most sustained orgasm Angel had ever felt. The heat in his head built until the pleasure crested over and he came with a sharp unyielding cry.

 

The constrictions of the quivering channel on his member broke the dam that had been building since they began. Alastor spilled inside his mate, groaning heartily and mouthing his nape. He was unable to stop himself from laying a few red marks along its snowy white surface and yearned to sink his teeth in and taste his Doe’s blood. But he refrained, instead grinding his cock into Angel’s tight passage so it would milk as much of his seed into him as possible.

 

He panted heavily into his Doe’s neck, shaking slightly from the aftereffects of his orgasm.

 

The feeling of gentle fingers carding through his hair and caressing his twitching ears made him whimper. A slight tug reeled his head back and brought him face to face with Angel.

 

For a moment neither spoke, just gentle breaths exchanged between the two.

 

Angel made the first move. 

 

Eyes half lidded and mouth slightly parted, he brushed his fingers through silken strands and brought Alastor toward him slowly. Angel hesitated for a split second before closing his eyes and moving forward. They met in the middle, the soft press of lips to his own making his stomach flip about wildly.

 

Alastor was much the same. He was utterly bewitched, his mate’s shy and ambiguous gaze leading him into a kiss that spoke of things he couldn’t describe but seemed familiar. It was warm, soft, and blurred his senses to everything but the lips upon his.


A soft glow enveloped the two that was unnoticed by the occupants of the room, far too enthralled with the affectionate moment they shared. 

 

It was over far too soon and Alastor found himself wanting to touch his still tingling lips to assure himself the strange feeling wasn’t just his imagination. The echo of affection still lingered and he longed for its return.

 

Taken aback by these feelings welling in him he focused back on Angel, wanting to make sure he was ok.

 

“Darling? How are you doing?”

 

Angel’s eyes widened while he tried to escape the haze of dreamlike fondness that had ensnared him from their small kiss. It was embarrassing that he kept getting lost in these small moments that he couldn’t stop himself from starting.

 

“I- I’m fine Al- more than fine even. Wha- what we did was great but…different.”

 

At Alastor’s confused look he elaborated.

 

“It just felt like you were holding back a lot. Y’know….ya don’t have ta do that. You just do what feels right. I’m sure it took a lot a control ta keep on how you were and I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable when we do stuff, ok?”

 

Alastor grinned. His doe always thinking of his comfort instead of his own. He appreciated that immensely about him. Even though it sometimes also worried him.

 

“Why did ya do it like that anyway? We’ve never done it like that before… why now?”

 

The question caught him off guard, he hadn’t anticipated Angel asking for a motive. 

 

He swallowed heavily, nervous all of a sudden and decided to tell the truth.

 

“I just felt as though you deserved something…more.”

 

Angel stared wide eyed as he continued, “You’re always so patient and accommodating, and after hearing how others have treated you in the past I just- I wanted to do better. I wanted you to experience what you should have been from the very start. Your feelings matter, your pleasure matters. You deserve every happiness I can bestow upon you, and if that means an insignificant sacrifice from myself then so be it. I wanted to show you how it is when your body is respected, no harsh actions, just how a gentlemen should behave.”

 

Angel understood Alastor had taken his words to heart earlier. He was touched, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions currently fighting for dominance. There was grief, relief, happiness, but the strongest of all, appreciation. Never in all his years would he have thought he’d sleep with someone who put their own pleasure aside to focus on his own and make sure he felt cared for. He could feel his eyes brimming with unshed tears and swallowed heavily.

 

The sight of which had Alastor scrambling, “My apologies Angel! Please don’t cry-“

 

Angel held a finger up to his lips, instantly shushing him. 

 

“No I- Thank you. No one’s evah treated me like this before and…while it wasn’t something I’m used to it- it means a lot ta me.”

 

Alastor’s hand gently clasped one of Angel’s, rubbing circles into the palm in a soothing motion.

 

There was a lull as they shyly glanced at each other and hoping it would ease the tension Angel joked, “Although I coulda done without the edging.”

 

He let out a soft laugh and glanced back at Al under the fringe of his hair. He laughed again when he saw the confused look on his face.

 

Almost as if he knew Alastor said, “What is edging?”

 

Angel's laughter flooded the room, the arachnid clutching his stomach as he rode it out.

 

He proceeded to explain to Al exactly what edging was, to his immense pleasure. Watching his buck’s face change to the shade of a bright red tomato was always worth it in his book.

 

Alastor lay down and maneuvered Angel against his side, holding him for the moment. A content smile graced his lips as Angel snuggled further into his warmth and he felt his eyes drooping. He had almost fallen asleep before a growl from below broke through the silence.

 

“Heh whoops… sorry Al. Guess my stomach don’t know how ta behave itself.”

 

Alastor chuckled and shook his head, “No no, this is entirely my fault. We had skipped lunch and I forgot to inquire if you were hungry. Would you perhaps like an early dinner tonight?”

 

Angel smiled up at him and said, “Sure thing, long as you’re cookin.”

 

“Perfect,” Alastor said as he hopped out of bed. 

 

Angel looked on, eyebrows raised and highly amused. 

 

He wasn’t sure if Al was walking around naked on purpose but he wasn’t gonna complain. 

 

He followed behind, also naked, wondering vaguely if he should put something on just in case. He decided not to. He was feeling the day catch up with him and just wanted to eat, cuddle, and go to sleep.

 

He sat at the table as he waited and quirked his head to the side when he heard the tell-tale snap of Alastor’s fingers.

 

He saw a sudden flurry of shadows rush under the door and heard whispered words through the thin wood.

 

He couldn’t make out much but heard snippets of “Apportez-moi des ingrédients”, which he assumed had to do with ingredients. 

 

“Non, tu me les apportes” which he wasn’t sure what that meant. 

 

And strangest of all “Husk ne doit pas s'approcher de nous, tu comprends?”  

 

It obviously had to do with Husk, but what he was telling his shadow he couldn’t say…

 

There was a strange forcefulness in the last statement though and Angel could almost imagine it sounded a bit like jealousy.

 

He shrugged to himself, deciding that Al would tell him if it was important enough. 

 

After about 5 minutes Angel got bored and started browsing his phone.

 

He realized with a start that he’d gotten so caught up in spending time with Al that he hadn’t even so much as glanced at his phone all this time. 

 

He quickly checked his messages and heaved a sigh of relief that Val hadn’t messaged. He didn’t think he would with so much money riding on this ‘client’ but he wouldn’t put it past him either.

 

A few more minutes passed by as he lazily browsed through his apps.

 

Hearing Alastor humming a tune from in the kitchen reminded him of the song Al had told him about. 

 

The one both he and his mother had loved.

 

Casting a furtive glance at the door and making sure there were no footsteps coming he quickly typed in the name of the song on Hells most popular video site ‘Voxtube’.

 

Seeing no results for ‘Thinking of You’ that didn’t involve New Age pop music he brought up the browser instead.

 

Unfortunately, he only managed to find a website that contained the sheet music.

 

Figuring it was the best he would get down here, he downloaded it and wondered if he could get someone to record it for him.

 

Nervously glancing back at the door, his fingers started flying over the touch keypad, texting his girl buddy to ask for a favor.

 

He sent her his request and the sheet music, telling her he’d owe her a night out later to make up for it.

 

She sent back, ‘No problem Angie! So how are you and deer daddy gettin on?’

 

He slapped a hand against his forehead and dragged it down in exasperation.

 

It might have been a mistake to tell Cherri so soon about stayin with Al but…. He couldn’t lie to her and he figured if anyone could help him with this it would be his best girl buddy.

 

‘We’re good. I’m kinda makin this so we can dance to it. He said it was his favorite.’

 

The 3 dancing dots filled him with anxiety, waiting for Cherri’s next words.

 

‘Ohhhh, so that’s what this is about. 

 

You like him? Is he treating you right?’

 

He could tell she was holding a lot of questions back so he made sure to get his point across.

 

‘Well, yah he’s such a good guy. Maybe too good. And he’s definitely the best fuck I’ve had…ever, but no…. You know I can’t get involved with anyone. I just want to savor what I got now while I can.’

 

The silence stretched while he waited for her to respond.

 

‘Well, he’s an overlord isn’t he? Maybe he can help you?’

 

Angel’s brow knitted together as he looked at the unassuming statement.

 

He’d thought about it many times, but it always boiled down to the fact that he couldn’t- wouldn’t risk Al getting hurt because of him. He’d rather break his heart than let him die at the hands of his contract holder.

 

He knew Al had said that he’d protect him and he desperately wished he could believe him, but he didn’t know Val. He didn’t know what he was capable of, especially with his maniacal electronic boyfriend. If Vox were involved Al wouldn’t stand a chance.

 

So, as much as he wanted to take him up on his offer, he couldn’t. It was a fantasy. A fairy tale.

 

The cost would be too high. He would just enjoy what he could while he was here and hopefully continue at the very least a strained friendship after their time together was done.

 

Worst case scenario would be Alastor wanting nothing to do with him. But at least he’d still be alive.

 

Fearing the melancholy of the subject would destroy his earlier bliss he sent back, ‘Wouldn’t that be nice. Ha! Well Al’s probably almost done with dinner so I should go, let me know if you need anything for the song and if you get any updates on it.’

 

Cherri knew she wouldn’t get anymore out of her friend so she sent back an affirmative and a reluctant goodbye, telling him to call her if he needed anything. Or even if he just wanted to talk.

 

He closed his phone, the brilliant light of it finally dimmed.

 

And not a moment too soon as just then Alastor came out, his hands laden with food.

 

It was a strange sight, seeing his Buck so nonchalant while that monster dick dangled between his legs, calm for now.

 

Alastor put the food down and noticed where his Doe’s eyes led, smirking heartily at the realization.

 

It moved! 

 

Angel gazed with interest when his apparent stare was detected and the cock in question twitched from his obvious ogling.

 

He looked away quickly with a blush, focusing back on the food and trying to ignore how odd the situation was. 

 

Not even a week ago he had been forced to stay an arms length away from this man. 

 

Now here he was watching him walk around in his birthday suit. What a strange time to be undead.

 

With a not so subtle cough Angel looked up at him and asked, “So! What’s on the menu fa today?”

 

Alastor took pity and replied, “I figured we might try some southern comfort food. I’m sure I’ve made it for the hotel before so I’m certain it’ll hit the spot.”

 

Angel smiled and thanked him as he placed the plate down in front of him.

 

The smell of Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and southern style biscuits assaulted his senses. His mouth watered and he realized just how hungry he was.

 

Feeling there was no time to lose, Angel tucked into this smorgasbord of flavor.

 

He patted his belly after he was done, satisfied and sleepy.

 

Alastor had just finished his meal when he noticed Angel nodding off in the chair next to him.

 

Thankfully they’d both finished eating so he quickly summoned some shadows to clear away the dishes and picked up his mate to take him to bed.

 

He smiled softly down at the man in his arms. Angel’s head had found its way to the crook of his neck, warm breath puffing gently against his nape and soft curls nuzzling him slightly in his slumber.

 

He carefully lay him down on top of the crimson sheets, draping the plush comforter on top while he clambered in behind. Alastor shimmied up to him until his body was flush against his mates. He wrapped his arms securely around him and breathed in the luxurious scent of home.

 

A stray memory of Angel’s tearful thanks came to his mind unbidden. He was glad he’d been successful in giving Angel the experience he truly deserved. That last kiss still tingled on his lips and his thoughts wandered, wanting to know if it meant something more.

 

He gazed down at the head of fluffy white curls, a lovely warmth invading the dark recesses of his heart. He leaned down and gave his Doe a kiss on the forehead as he joined him in the sweet bliss of sleep.

Notes:

Translations:

J'aimerais que tu puisses voir à quel point tu es belle à travers mes yeux. - I wish you could see how beautiful you are through my eyes.

Dio aiutami - God help me

Apportez-moi des ingrédients - Bring me ingredients

Non, tu me les apportes - No, you bring them to me

Husk ne doit pas s'approcher de nous, tu comprends? - Husk must not come near us, you understand?

Alright well with that I hope I fed y'all's horny for a bit cause now I gotta get to writing the next chapter 😅 Sorry if it takes a bit, unfortunately there's just not enough time in the world to do all that I want to. BUT I do have a plan for this whole story AND a sequel (if I ever manage to get to it....)

Please let me know what y'all think, I get really inspired when I see that people are actually still reading this <3

Thanks y'all!!!

Chapter 16: Resisting Temptation

Notes:

Sorry it took so long 😅

I've had a lot going on in the past... (checks calendar) 5 months 😳 mainly I moved.
Renting a house has been a new experience but I think I've settled a bit now.
I'm hoping I can be a bit better with updates now but that remains to be seen.

I have at least one other chapter already written so don't worry about that at least. ☺️ I will wait at least a week(or two) to post the next one so I'm not rushing myself again. Sorry in advance.

Thank you to my wonderful friend Shanime for looking over this before I posted it. I'm so very thankful for her input. ❤️ We're currently in the middle of writing something together so be on the lookout for that as well ;)

Also thank you to my amazing friend Jenna for her input in the next chapter ;P

I hope this is at least worth a bit of the wait 😅 thanks guys and enjoy~

Disclaimer - I know nothing about voodoo dolls so please don’t take the information in here seriously, it’s fiction and I just made it up. 😅

Day 6

 

Need. Fiery festering need.

 

The sinner turned in his sleep, grasping the blankets heavily as a cold sweat clung to him.

 

An itch no mere scratch could tame. Blood burning in his veins, urging him to reach out.

 

There was a growing tension in him, as though an army of ants were crawling along the back of his neck straight down to his spine until finally drilling into his nerves with a torturous fire.

 

It was too much.

 

He jolted as the irritating itching heat woke him.

 

Alastor shifted on the bed, wanting to get away from the stifling warmth of his mate while simultaneously wanting to move closer and give in to his body’s demands.

 

Because that’s what they were. 

 

Demands .

 

He could swear by the gnawing sensation running through his body that he hadn’t truly been in rut until this very moment. That, before today, his symptoms were that of a mild headache. 

 

Nothing compared to the all consuming fever coursing through him now.

 

He knew how to rid himself of them. Satan knew he did by now. 

 

But he made a pact, a promise.

 

He would be gentle with his doe, no roughness, nothing forceful. He wouldn’t be an unbridled animal, reduced to his basest instincts.

 

He still had his wits about him, and like hell was he going to ruin his comfortable companionship with Angel because of a lack of control.

 

With great difficulty he lifted himself up slightly to gaze over Angel’s shoulder and saw he was fast asleep.

 

He couldn’t wake him for this…. 

 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was barely dawn, much too early if Angel’s normal routine was anything to go by.

 

Although, he supposed they had been getting up earlier during the past week, seeing as they would take care of his little problem every day.

 

But he digressed, it wasn’t fair to Angel to wake him when he was finally getting some much needed rest.

 

Perhaps taking care of it himself like their first sexual encounter would suffice.

 

He settled back against the pillows and briefly entertained the idea of moving to the bathroom for this. 

 

He didn’t want to wake Angel with any noises he might make, nor his frenzied movements. But as he shifted to leave the bed there was a loud creak from the wooden frame beneath him. He heard a rustling sound from behind and glanced back to see his mate had rolled over to face him, still asleep.

 

More shifting off the bed would result in more noise and he didn’t want that.

 

With a put upon sigh he went back to his previous position.

 

Back to square one.

 

He didn’t particularly think Angel would mind if he found him in a state of self pleasure. If anything he might decide to join in. But he hated the thought of being pitied or Angel thinking he had a duty to help him. 

 

So he would do it himself and hope Angel stayed asleep.

 

He reached down beneath the covers and found himself hard already. He supposed be shouldn’t be too surprised but it still took him aback sometimes to actually see the furious looking thing straining between his legs. He was still coming to terms with his own blundering attempts at sexuality. But with Angel’s help his confidence in that area was growing more and more.

 

He thought back to their shared experience that first time.

 

How patient he had been, willing to forgo his own pleasure if it might make him uncomfortable. 

 

How absolutely ravishing he looked stroking his own hardness in time with him. The flush of his cheeks lighting up his sparkling eyes until they were two exquisite pink jewels encompassing his vision. 

 

Vaguely, he noticed he’d started to stroke himself. The image in his eye of their sexual trysts was more than enough to get him started and fill him with a wave of lust.

 

He thought of tasting Angel for the first time and muffled a groan. His hand quickened as he remembered the heavenly smell of his cunt mixed with that sweet ambrosia that dripped from its folds. How divine it had felt on his tongue, how utterly lost he was drinking in its tantalizing taste.

 

Wickedly, he thought he would gladly drown himself between Angel’s silky plump thighs all day long if he could get away with it. Never would he pass up the chance to lavish himself with that intoxicatingly sweet nectar.

 

A muffled whimper escaped him and he had to bite  at his hand to prevent further noises from being released.

 

He remembered his brief experience with having Angel messing with his backside. It had been a bit odd at first but once that slippery digit had worked its way inside and brushed against that special place deep within him, he’d secretly yearned for more.

 

He imagined Angel spreading his cheeks and liberally coating two fingers to slip inside of him. His hand sped up as he visualized the scene. How they would stroke into him, timid at first, but then deeper and deeper, their exploration reaching out until they finally found that place that made him see stars.

 

Alastor was panting as he canted his hips up into his stroking hand. Too far gone to try to stifle his movements. Glancing at his mate he saw two incandescent pink orbs watching him with rapt attention.

 

He froze, his hips faltering while his jaw dropped.

 

Angel raised himself up on one hand, casually looking him up and down with a saucy smirk on his face.

 

“Don’t mind little ol’ me, I was just enjoyin the show.”

 

Alastor looked down at his hand, abashed but still rock hard and throbbing. No amount of embarrassment would lessen his current state, no matter how mortifying.

 

“I mean… unless ya want some help with that, I don’t mind.”

 

Alastor’s eyes were shifty, wanting desperately to give in but knowing that in his current state he’d be liable to use more savagery than necessary. 

 

No, best to stay the course and take the edge off first before allowing himself near his spider.

 

“Ah, not at the moment, darling. You just woke up, surely you’re still exhausted from last night. Please I’ll just be a moment, why not pop into the shower and I’ll get breakfast started for us.”

 

Alastor was hoping against hope that he’d take the bait. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself with that alluring scent washing over him and filling him with a painful longing.

 

Angel looked at him uncertainly, a indistinguishable emotion flashing across his face before he schooled it back into cheery nonchalance.

 

“Ok… if you’re sure. I’ll just go get it started, feel free to join me if ya want.”

 

Alastor gave him a tight smile as he said, “Will do, mon cher.”

 

And with that Angel went off to do his morning ablutions, leaving Alastor to deal with his little problem. 

 

Quickly he stroked along the shaft, intent on ending this as soon as possible so he too might get ready for the day.

 

Perhaps if he did this he might be able to join Angel and not attack him like a wild beast.

 

His breathing became labored when he started massaging the knot at the base of his rigid cock. He closed his eyes and imagined Angel was mouthing at it, sucking the salty skin into his mouth while his dexterous tongue slathered the area around it with slick saliva.

 

“Tellement bon…. mon ange,” he whimpered out as he bit his lip, the heat escalating to a fever pitch inside of him. 

 

Finally he remembered something Angel had done that was particularly good and rubbed the area behind his dick’s engorged tip. The mind numbing sensations ripped through him as if he were made of tissue paper and he groaned heartily as he came.

 

The fire in the pit of his stomach had softened somewhat by the time his seed pooled in his belly button, but something was wrong. Although he’d felt the pleasure coursing through him during his self session, without his mate there his release felt hollow, meaningless. He was left bereft. He didn’t care for the feeling at all and endeavored not to touch himself again without at least Angel’s presence. He was also dismayed to find that the gnawing itch had lessened but was still prevalent in him.

 

Damn…. I suppose the beast won’t be satisfied with my hand anymore. I’ll just have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt Angel but this is going to get worse before it becomes better.

 

With a displeased sigh he got up and made his way to the shower. He might be able to control the worst of it since he’d just taken care of himself. He hoped for Angel’s sake he was right. But there was only one way to find out….

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Angel was slow as he went through his normal morning routine, lost in thought at the puzzling way Alastor had sent him away.

 

He’d woken to such a nice view of Alastor handling his morning wood and had thought maybe he could have a taste while helping out, but his advances had been rejected.

 

Had he done something wrong?

 

Angel took his time in brushing his teeth, the motion second hand after doing it for so long.

 

Why had Alastor rebuked him?…. It’s not like he couldn’t, he had every right to, but his erection had looked so painful and surely he would have wanted his help.

 

Unless it was finally wearing off.

 

What day was it?

 

Day 6? It should be peak rut! He should be all over me?!

 

Angel was getting flustered, his mind going a mile a minute in his attempt to figure out the flaw.

 

Maybe he’s finally realized he doesn’t need me , Angel thought, a coldness seeping into him.

He looked like me just being in the room was making him uncomfortable….. But why?

 

Suddenly, Alastor’s words from last night came back to him. 

 

He wanted to do better. No harsh actions…

 

Is this some self sacrifice bullshit???

 

It could be… Angel thought as he angrily washed out his toothbrush and put it back.

 

Well Angel didn’t like that one bit. He didn’t want Al trying to hold back out of fear of being too rough with him. That was like holding in your anger at someone little by little until you explode all over them at the worst possible time.

 

He’d been there before and it wasn’t pretty.

 

He just had to make sure Al didn’t try to hold back when he needed relief. He had an idea but figured he’d wait until the opportune moment to unleash it, seeing as Al had just taken care of himself anyway.

 

Mind made up, he started the water and stood by as he waited for it to heat.

 

Right as he saw the steam filtering through the air, strong hands wrapped around his middle and tugged him into a lithe warm body behind him.

 

“Good morning, mon belle biche,” Alastor murmured as he pressed his nose into his curls and took a whiff.

 

“Ah, feelin betta ain’t we?” Angel said, happy to see him less stressed out.

 

“Indeed, now I seem to have gotten a bit dirty, perhaps you can help me sort out this problem?”

 

The nose tucked into his hair shuffled down the side of his face planting butterfly kisses along its path before making it to the side of his neck.

 

There the featherlight sensations turned into a hot wet trail of open mouthed kisses.

 

Angel felt his knees turn to jelly and held on for dear life. A small moan slipped past his lips when he felt the warm suction and teasing bites of Alastor's mouth marking him wherever it could reach.

 

In a bit of a daze, he finally managed to gasp out, “I’d love to, but we gotta get in the water first.”

 

The lips against his throat closed and formed a smile against his tender flesh. One last parting kiss was bestowed to the snowy expanse before he was coaxed into the shower, fleeting touches gifted to him from his overly exuberant buck.

 

He thought Al had been bad before but this was something new.

 

It was like he couldn’t stop touching him. 

 

He held on as Angel poured the soap into his hand and lathered their bodies up while Alastor’s hands strayed to forbidden places.

 

Angel gasped when one brushed against his hardened cock, slipping down to grasp it firmly and give it an insistent caress.

 

“Fuck Smiles… didn’t you just come?”

 

Alastor smiled and nuzzled into his wet hair, “I did, but you haven’t yet. I wish to rectify that, if that’s alright.”

 

Angel tossed his head back in the water, rinsing the soap out of his hair while also reacting to the hand slowly stroking his length. A thumb smeared the transparent liquid dripping from his cock along the rest of his aching erection and he moaned low in his throat as his fuzzy balls were fondled.

 

There was more than water running down his legs now and he clenched his thighs tightly together wanting some sort of friction to alleviate his rising itch.

 

Alastor noticed this and, smirking, fell to his knees in front of him.

 

Fuck that’s hot…

 

Angel whimpered at the sight, fully aroused by the lewd display. 

 

He’d never get used to the sight of one of hell's strongest overlords prostrating himself before him to please him. 

 

It started with a tongue dipping into the slit on his cock, collecting his salty precome with a satisfied grin.

 

Angel moaned pitifully, not daring to look at the man that was driving him wild with need with every passing second.

 

Wet heat engulfed him as Alastor took as much as he could into his hungry maw. His face contorted into a needy mess when Alastor swirled his tongue around his throbbing erection. He wanted to control the pace but Alastor was having none of it, holding his hips in place as he languidly hollowed out his cheeks and worshiped him with his mouth.

His hands made their way through soft wet tendrils of Alastor’s hair, rubbing behind his ears in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure quickly chipping away at his sanity. Alastor moaned low in his throat, the intensity of the vibrations making Angel keen into the steamy air.

 

Angel felt himself swiftly unraveling, his eyes fluttering closed as his breathing turned ragged.

 

“Al… I- I’m gonna- ah!”

 

A hand held him at the base, staving off his orgasm for the moment while another lifted his leg up and placed it on Alastor’s shoulder.

 

He wondered just where Al was going with this when he looked down and froze at the sudden ferocity in Alastor’s eyes. 

 

What was he staring at?

 

Angel realized with a start that in this position he had a perfect view of his pristine pink pussy.

 

He wasn’t surprised to feel the tongue immediately assault his folds but he was when two fingers were harshly thrust in not a second later.

 

“Oh shit! Ah! God yea! Right there Al! Keep fuckin me right there!”

 

Angel’s head knocked against the wall of the shower with Alastor’s fingers drilling a hole in his dripping wet cunt.

 

The tongue lapping at him only added to the sensations and he whined whenever his clit was sucked into his hot cavernous mouth.

 

Jesus Christ! He couldn’t take much more of this. He wasn’t sure if it would be Al’s tongue or the fingers pistoning in and out of him like a jackhammer that would finally do him in.

 

Turns out neither would be the culprit.

 

Instead Angel was surprised when Alastor ripped his fingers out and swiftly picked him up, effortlessly propping him up against the wall.

 

He wrapped Angel’s legs securely around his hips before positioning his angry red cock at his entrance and roughly plunging in.

 

“AH! Yes! Fuck me Al! Mmph! Harder! Per favore!”

 

At first he expected the same savage treatment as the fingers but he was confused when Alastor suddenly stilled and locked eyes with him.

 

The ferocity he had seen from before had dissipated to be replaced with an unreadable look.

 

“A-Apologies, mon Ange……I don’t know what came over me.”

 

There was a brief moment of silence where Angel could clearly see the inner conflict of Alastor warring with himself whether to continue or not.

 

Oh hell no , Angel thought as his dreams of climax started to dwindle before his very eyes.

 

Brushing his wet silken locks against Alastor’s face, he pressed closer to him, his breasts pressing insistently into Al’s bare chest.

 

“Please,” Angel whimpered pleadingly, “don’t leave me hangin like this, I want you so bad it hurts.”

 

Alastor’s body jerked forward at the words, taking in his scent heavily as his eyes became hazy once more. 

 

“Mmmm, my doe,” he said as he leaned forward for a bruising kiss. 

 

Only then did he finally start moving again, slowly. His hands held Angel upright against the wall as he pumped into him gradually. His thrusts were not forceful as before and Angel thought he was probably holding back quite a bit if his earlier demeanor was any indication.

 

But it didn’t matter as long as he kept going. Just like last night, the lovemaking was slow and sensual, unrushed in its pace. And while he still enjoyed it, it wasn’t the fiery passion that he’d felt but a few moments ago. The raw hunger that had possessed Al before he snapped himself out of it.

 

He could tell it was taking every ounce of self control for Alastor not to rut into him like he wanted. Like his body demanded, and it would take its toll if he wasn’t careful.

 

Eventually Alastor was able to find a position that had him hitting his little bundle of nerves with each smooth gyration and Angel could hear the blood pumping in his ears.

 

He was so close. Close enough to taste it.

 

“Fuck Al, it’s so good, mmmph, you feel so good, just a little harder…please…”

 

His mouth was captured to end his distracting words and Alastor felt his muscles tense, his hips stuttering to continue his leisurely pace.

Finally when he felt the telltale constrictions of Angel’s walls spasming around his shaft he gave one last weak thrust and ground himself into his doe as the shockwaves gripped him.

Angel cried out into the kiss as he felt himself reach the precipice, Tremors wracking his body as Alastor spilled himself inside of his pulsating passage. He felt boneless, waiting for Alastor to set him down but was stunned when Alastor stayed within him, taut muscles holding him up still while possessive eyes stared into his intently, like he didn’t want to let go for fear of losing him.

It took a few more seconds before Alastor finally lowered his feet back to the ground and reluctantly pulled out of him. A string of cum followed his departure and Angel was entranced as Alastor broke the contact and, gathering the messy trail on his finger, swept it through his puffy southern lips and into his sensitive cavern.

“Best we keep that in there, hmm?”

Fuck…. Sometimes he didn’t know who this new obscene man was….

His mannerisms had changed so much since his rut came out and he wasn’t sure if all of these feelings had been in him all along or if it was only because he’d found his mate and his instincts were making him more crude as a result.

 

He hoped it was the first, he didn’t like the idea of basic instinct imposing such a change in personality to the detriment of his own.

 

He’d liked Al plenty before this. He’d always admired their little talks, and how he’d break into song and dance in the lobby with everyone else. He was the life of the party and, though he hadn’t noticed it at the time, he was also someone who cared enough to try and comfort him when he most needed it.

The hope that he was just finally opening up after being closed off for so long due to his own preferences was paramount, and he didn’t know what he would do if it were the other.

 

They finished their shower with much difficulty. Alastor was still clinging to him like he’d disappear any second and though he found it adorable to be doted upon like this, it was also a bit unsettling.

 

How do mates get anything done if they need to be touching all the time…?

He supposed that was why most took responsibility and locked themselves away for the full course of their heat.

 

When the suds were finally rinsed from both of their bodies, Angel taking special care to clean both his and Alastor’s privates with a more clinical touch so as not to excite him again, they got out.

 

Alastor grabbed the towel from Angel and wrapped it around his body for him.

 

Angel was flattered but still perplexed, “Eh… thanks Smiles, but I ain’t that far gone. Ya don’t have ta treat me like I’m gonna faint or break or somethin…”

The buck froze, his hands twitching as though they wanted to grab him and never let go.

“Ah- Of course. I merely wanted to help you with your drying, mon cher.”

 

Now Angel felt bad.

“Oh, well thanks then… so what did ya wanna do today?” He asked as he wandered into the room and started to get dressed.

The silence gave him pause.

He turned around and was curious to see Alastor nervously gripping his own towel, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

 

“Whatever you wish, mon biche. I will ask though that whatever we do, I…… I don’t wish to alarm you but it seems my rut is being especially fierce today and I would rather do things that require close proximity with you….. I- this is quite embarrassing to admit but…. The need to touch you is….. consuming me… and I’d rather have my full faculties than be an unkempt mess of a man.”

 

Angel nodded slowly. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he was glad Alastor was confiding in him rather than skirt around the issue as he’d tried to in the past.

“Ok, that’s fine, we can definitely do that,” Angel said after he’d finished putting on his silken nightie. He didn’t think it would be prudent to wear anything more than this, seeing as Alastor wanted to hold him today. Really there would just be more layers in the way when he eventually jumped him again and Angel loved giving way for easier access.

Anything to get fucked within an inch of his life.

 

Angel took his buck’s clammy hand in his own and walked the both of them to his side of the bed. 

 

Angel insisted on him wearing at least some sweatpants so he wasn’t running around in the nude, not that Alastor would have minded right now. He felt a bit feverish and brought Angel into his arms, breathing in that heavenly aroma. It seemed to do the trick as he started to feel his heat subside somewhat.

 

Enough to think, at least.

 

They walked hand in hand to the dining room and Alastor found he didn’t want to let go of Angel.

 

Didn’t want to let him out of his sight for even a moment.

 

How pathetic…

 

His ridiculous instincts, forcing him to cling to Angel like an over dramatic child clutching at his mother’s dress.

 

He felt something in that moment he hadn’t felt for a very long time.

 

Weak .

 

Surely Angel must be looking down on him for showing just how vulnerable he was right now. 

 

But the spider's gaze only held warmth and concern. 

 

For him? For his pitiable circumstances? He wasn’t sure.

 

Angel, noticing Alastor’s reluctance to part from him to make breakfast for them, decided he would have to make the first move.

 

“So, are you still feeling ok? Ya look a bit flushed.”

 

A cool hand swept across Alastor’s forehead like an icy balm to the fire within. Alastor caught it and held on to the lifeline, hoping it would stay there for the foreseeable future.

 

“I will admit, this heat is getting to me quite a bit, it seems to lessen when I am near you. I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave to make us breakfast.”

 

Angel tried to think of a compromise, he was getting a bit hungry and though he didn’t mind trying to make it himself, he figured being away would put them back at square one. The only other option would be to have a super horny buck behind him while cooking with fire, knives, and dangerous things around him that would hurt if he were to start something. It was too early in the day to be maimed while having sex.

 

Suddenly he had a thought.

 

“Can Bou cook?”

 

Alastor paused.

 

He hadn’t thought of that.

 

He didn’t actually know if his shadow could cook. Theoretically they were of the same mind, but whether that transferred into skill with cooking, he couldn’t say.

 

“I’ve never asked him to before, but needs must I suppose…”

 

Snapping his fingers, the inky black shadows at his feet coalesced and took on a form similar to his own. His personal shadow, Bouclier.

 

“Bouclier,” he addressed calmly, “I need you to go into the kitchen and make us some breakfast, tout suite.”

 

Angel figured it would be hard to gauge a shadow’s emotions, literally only having an amorphous blob to go off of, but apparently not so in Bou’s case.

 

The glowing blue eyes narrowed at its master and he said in a mocking tone, “Comment je fais ça?  Je n'ai jamais appris.”

 

Alastor narrowed his own eyes, keeping a firm hold of Angel as his annoyance grew.

 

"J'ai la connaissance en moi, réflechit bien et fais quelque chose de simple,” Alastor replied, his tone clear there would be no room for argument.

 

The shadow only rolled its eyes and nodded its acceptance. Bou glanced at Angel and smiled, blowing a kiss to the blushing spider before departing to the kitchen.

 

“Satanée ombre... il se fiche de moi...” Alastor grumbled under his breath. Angel didn’t know what it meant but he could hear the venom in his words and figured it was probably toward the figure that just walked into the kitchen.

 

“I can’t believe how riled up you get by ya own shadow,” Angel said with a laugh.

 

A smattering of red bloomed across Alastor’s cheeks and he said with pursed lips, “I do not. He just doesn’t know how to behave, that is all.”

 

Angel plopped himself on Alastor’s lap, the buck immediately calming from the close proximity.

 

“I dunno Smiles, sometimes the way you talk to him, it looks like you’re jealous,” Angel smirked while he teased his finger along the side of Alastor’s chin.

 

He’s so very distracting…

 

Alastor could barely focus on what Angel was saying, let alone anything else around him when that finger slid softly along his jaw. But he tried to anyway.

 

“I…. I can assure you, I am not jealous. If anything he is jealous of me and likes to take pleasure in endlessly annoying me as a means of revenge.”

 

The finger stopped.

 

“Jealous of you? Why?”

 

Oops…

 

He sputtered, shaking his head to break away from the treasonous finger that had loosened his lips. 

 

“I-Isn’t it obvious, mon cher?” He asked, hoping Angel would come to a less obvious conclusion than the truth.

 

Angel was contemplating, his thumb brushing against his lip in deep thought when he gasped.

 

“Ohhhhh, is it cause you’ve had sex with me and he hasn’t? That’s gotta be it, right?”

 

Thank goodness…

 

“You truly are a wonder,” Alastor said, his smile proud but inwardly panicking by how close that had been.

 

While it was certainly true Bouclier wanted Angel the same as he, he also harbored more emotional feelings that Alastor couldn’t acknowledge or even entertain until he was out of rut. He didn’t trust himself or his shadow to be truthful unless he was fully in control of his mind. He owed that to himself and to Angel.

 

“Aww poor fella…” Angel said, forlorn for the unfortunate wisp.

 

“Well… maybe we could change that, if ya up for it that is?”

 

Alastor’s head swiveled back to Angel incredulously. 

 

Did he just suggest?!?

 

His arms suddenly wrapped themselves around Angel’s waist and brought him closer in his embrace.

 

It didn’t seem his instincts liked the idea of sharing that much at the moment.

 

Which was ridiculous because his shadow WAS him! The idea had enough merit that Alastor was seriously considering it, just… not now. He might be liable to send his shadow to the deepest corner of his subconscious if anyone else had suggested it.

 

Perhaps though once his possessiveness had subsided somewhat he might be less opposed.

 

Angel patted his mate’s back awkwardly at the sudden clinginess.

 

“Eh…. I’ll take that as a no?”

 

Alastor’s nose dug into the space between his breasts while he mumbled, “I am not….opposed to the idea, just not today .”

 

A soft hum of approval was his reply and Angel smiled softly, playing with the red strands of hair cascading down his front while they waited for their food.

 

After a long while of hearing clanging pots and pans and angry french words through the thin kitchen doors, the shadow made himself known again with two plates of food.

 

There was a brief moment where both parties just stared at their plates, wondering what on earth Bouclier had made and if it was even edible.

 

“Qu'est-ce que c'est?” Alastor asked as he prodded the unintelligible mass with his fork. It looked as though he’d ground up anything he could find and threw it headfirst into a frying pan.

 

"Des oeufs, du bacon et des pommes de terre," he replied, unimpressed with his master’s level stare.

 

“Pourquoi est-ce une masse brune?”

 

Rather than saying anything Bou showed him visions of him from the past, quickly cutting ingredients and adding them to his pan to sauté. Apparently Bou had thought to add all of the ingredients together first by mincing and mixing them all in one bowl. Then he had seen that Alastor had used some sort of oil or sauce to sauté and had grabbed the nearest liquid to fry his concoction  to complete his cooking. It seemed to be some sort of oil from the looks of it.

 

In total, although edible, it was far from appetizing…

 

Angel looked between the two, confused but also amused at the blob of brown gunk that was placed in front of him. It sure didn’t look like food, but the steam and food-like aroma wafting off of it said otherwise.

 

A skeptical eye was thrown Bou’s way when Alastor scooped up a bit and placed it in his mouth.

 

If he didn’t know any better he would have assumed his shadow had messed up on purpose. A form of weaponized incompetence. But watching Bou’s face fall when Angel also took a bite and wince shortly thereafter convinced him of his shadow’s innocence and unfortunate lack of cooking skills.

 

He would need to be more attentive to teaching his shadow in the future.

 

Feeling bad for the poor guy, Angel continued his meal. Despite its off taste, and the occasional sliver of egg shell, they still consumed what was given, knowing their lack of better options.

 

After breakfast they decided to spend the day in front of the fire. 

 

Angel had suggested another movie but Alastor shot it down sheepishly. His reasoning being he might not pay as much attention to the movie as to him and therefore not absorb anything.

 

His spider had blushed and asked if he had anything in mind.

 

Alastor proposed teaching Angel how to make his very own Voodoo doll.

 

“Really??!” Angel exclaimed excitedly.

 

Alastor smiled and said with a nod, “Yes, I think it will be quite educational. You can learn while sitting in my lap and I won’t be as distracted if I’m teaching. I take great pride in showing others how to make items from my hobby.”

 

And so they sat on the couch in front of the merry blaze. A temporary table had been situated in front of Angel so he could work comfortably while he sat in Alastor’s arms. His buck had turned slightly so he could watch Angel’s progress but other than that he still held his mate loosely in his arms, needing that bit of contact to stave off the worst of his heat.

 

“How’s that look?” Angel asked as he finished the last stitch in the pink cloth he was using to make Nuggs face.

 

“Outstanding Angel! Now we need to add some fluff before you sew it all together and you’ll need some hair from the subject, which I can gather if you’d like.”

 

Angel nodded eagerly. He wanted to see his new doll in all its pink piggy glory.

 

With a snap of his fingers a bit of hair appeared in Alastor’s blackened fingertips. 

 

Angel eyed it suspiciously wondering how he had managed to summon some hair from his pet pig without causing any harm.

 

Noticing the alarming shadow that was descending on his mate’s face he said in a rush of words, “Ah, not to worry! This hair was gathered on that brush I’ve seen you use on your little piglet.” He laughed nervously and wanting to release some tension said, “I assure you, no pigs were harmed in the summoning of this hair.”

 

Angel snorted at that. It was so cheesy but still put a smile on his face. 

 

He gingerly took the safely gathered bit of fur and rested it atop the stuffing. He placed more on top so he could begin to sew the rest of it together.

 

With each tug of his string, the doll was starting to gather more and more shape until finally he snipped the last bit of string and held up his masterpiece.

 

A little piggy doll sat in the palm of his hand, he reverently pet it and wondered if it worked like the others or if you had to have inherent magic in order to make it work.

 

“Ah doesn’t that look just marvelous, mon ange! You really have quite the knack for sewing. Have you done this before?”

 

Angel shrugged, a small smile on his face.

 

“Eh, once or twice. My sista taught me a little when I was young. Nothing big or fancy, just enough ta fix my clothes if I needed it. Came in handy down here when I found out I’d need more arm holes,” he said with a fond smirk as he gestured to his additional appendages.

 

Alastor nodded absentmindedly, his thumb drifting along Angel’s clothed naval in a calming gesture.

 

He too had been taught to sew at a young age, but by his mother. It hadn’t been long after his father’s untimely demise that she chose to impart him with such worldly skills. 

 

Ya gonna need to know how to fix your clothes someday Allie-cat, I ain’t gonna be around forever.

 

She’d most likely been thinking of her husband’s death at the time but he took the new knowledge in stride all the same. 

 

The thumb drifting across Angel’s middle was paused, his hand held gently in a soft snowy embrace while the smooth dark skin of his palm was caressed.

 

A low heat was rising in his belly and as he turned to face the culprit, sparkling curious eyes beheld his.

 

“What’s on ya mind, Al?”

 

Alastor chuckled, nervous all of a sudden. 

 

“Nothing, just…lost in a memory, that’s all.”

 

Angel looked down at the palm he stroked, two hands exploring the ridges of his smooth flesh while the other two wrapped around his mate’s middle.

 

“Well… I know something else you can get lost in if ya want,” Angel purred into his ear as he brought him closer.

 

Warm lips covered his own gently, chaste in their delivery. Alastor breathed in the intoxicating scent of his doe and chased the fleeting petals as they started to draw back.

 

Soft sighs and languid smacking was all that was heard above the crackling of the fire before Alastor started to grow hot again.

 

He could feel it. The fire burning deep inside him. A roaring inferno just waiting for the opportune moment to erupt. Urging him to claim his doe. Take him. Make him his.

 

He couldn’t help his groan when Angel’s hand ran along his oversentized skin. Slowly, he pushed Angel down until he lay atop him, his arms cradling the spider as though he were precious cargo. Their mouths came back to each other, insistent and hot, again and again like a moth to a flame.

 

He tasted exquisite, like the most addicting drug, coaxing him to the brink of ecstasy. Soft dexterous digits slid up the rigid planes of his chest, unleashing a guttural growl when they deftly tweaked a nipple.

 

It was getting too hot now, but he couldn’t find the power in him to stop.

 

Angel let out a mewl of need when one of Alastor’s hands strayed to the seat of his panties, precariously close to his warm center.

 

The heat in him was reaching a fever pitch from the sweet taste of Angel’s lips, no doubt exacerbated by the wet moisture that clung to his fingers as he firmly pressed them against Angel’s mound.

 

The edges of his mind were a blur, all rational thought fleeing as he smelled the nirvana of Angel’s lust.

 

No!

 

He sprung away from Angel, his body set aflame as it wished to be reunited with his mate.

 

Making quick profuse apologies he all but ran off to sequester himself in the nearest room that didn’t have his Doe’s scent.

 

Angel sat, stunned on the couch, wondering what the hell had just happened.

 

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Notes:

Translations:
“Tellement bon…. mon ange,” - "So good... my angel,"

“Comment je fais ça?  Je n'ai jamais appris.” - “How do I do this? I never learned.”

"J'ai la connaissance en moi, réflechit bien et fais quelque chose de simple,” - "I have knowledge in me, think well and do something simple"

“Satanée ombre... il se fiche de moi...” - "Damn Shadow... mocking me..."

“Qu'est-ce que c'est?” - "What is this?"

"Des oeufs, du bacon et des pommes de terre," - "Eggs, bacon, and potatoes"

“Pourquoi est-ce une masse brune?” - "Why does it look like a brown blob?"

Thank you to my friend Ricy for helping me with the translations! ❤️❤️❤️

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Chapter 17: Breaking Point

Notes:

Heeeeey~

Hope y'all have had fun with the last chapter :P

This chapter has one of my favorite parts I've written in it so far!

I don't have another chapter written after this so sorry in advance if it takes a while to get the next one out 😅 But anywhoo I hope y'all enjoy!

Alastor collapsed against the door of the kitchen, breathing heavily.

 

That had been close. Way too close.

 

His body still urged him to rush back out and take hold of his mate, but he held himself back.

 

His teeth clenched while a hiss of pain escaped him.

 

He could already feel his skin painfully prickling again from being so far from Angel but he needed to endure it.

 

He was scared. 

 

This morning had shown him that even if he succumbed to his instincts beforehand he still wouldn’t be totally in control of himself, and that was unforgivable. Not for his sake, but for Angel’s.

 

An odd moment of self realization struck him. 

 

He knew his rut was pulling the strings right now …however the ease with which he’d been thinking about sex, when before he would have been repulsed by the very idea, puzzled him.

 

His curiosity piqued, he wondered if it truly pertained to his mate alone, or if the rut had no qualms on another partner. As an experiment, he imagined himself in bed with Husker. While he’d never once entertained the idea before, even he could appreciate the cat’s handsome features and natural physique. The experiment went as he expected, a shudder of revulsion passing through him at the thought.

 

So, it was squarely tied to Angel. 

 

Not that surprised at the outcome but still curious, he now imagined himself with Angel and felt the familiar desperate need surge through him. An undeniable sense of arousal for the arachnid was clear, the aroused state of his body indicative that anything to do with Angel drove his libido into an uproar.

 

He truly wondered whether this… hunger would abate once the rut was over. And realized with a shock that the thought saddened him.

 

Why would that be?

 

If anything, the rut just made him more confused whether anything he felt was real but regardless of his body’s wants or needs he knew he didn’t want to take advantage or hurt his newfound mate.

 

He didn’t particularly like the feeling of being in one’s body while enduring the beast inside of him taking hold. But it was after all the nature of his rut and he’d made peace with it. 

 

However, that was no excuse to lose himself to the point of mistreating Angel.

 

He just needed to endure it for today and tomorrow….

 

He could touch, but no fornication, lest he accidentally hurt the one person he owed a debt of gratitude towards, among other things…

 

Surely that wouldn’t be so hard, right?

 

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Angel was still as he sat on the couch, quietly contemplating his current predicament.

 

He’d been rejected yet again! 

 

He thought with this morning's shower romp, Alastor had gotten over his weird avoidance of sex. But it seemed he was wrong.

 

Angel crossed his arms as he slumped back into the cozy maroon couch, feeling dejected and pouting as he stared into the flickering flames

 

It’s like he’s trying ta avoid sex so he doesn’t accidentally ‘break’ me. I wish he’d just realize I ain’t some dainty flower. Clearly he ain’t seen my bdsm and hard sex scenes…

 

Alastor was still handling him like he was precious, afraid to touch too much for fear of giving in to his inner demons and damaging him beyond repair. 

 

On one hand Angel found this form of chivalry highly amusing, extremely comforting, and strangely arousing, but on the other hand there lay….frustration.

 

Sexually indecent frustration.

 

He had an itch that soft touches just couldn’t scratch and he was getting restless.

 

He considered just asking Alastor to be more rough but found he didn’t want to hurt his poor mate’s feelings. He was making such an effort to ‘behave’ as he said. And he appreciated the thought but there still lay the issue.

 

Plus the fact that he was sure Alastor would blow it off anyway, not understanding the why and insisting that he would be a gentleman regardless.

 

Sometimes he hated how proper the guy was, but not often. 

 

He supposed he could implement his plan and hope Alastor wouldn’t be too annoyed with him afterward. If what he’d just experienced was him ‘under control’ then he was quickly slipping farther into ‘beast mode’ than even he could anticipate. 

 

This couldn’t go on.

 

He could tell Alastor was pent up and he didn’t like it one bit. If he didn’t resolve this now, it might explode out of him and take over completely, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing but he preferred his mate having at least some sense to him when they were doing things. It felt too much like taking advantage if that happened, and he never wanted to do that to him.

 

So… this was really for his own good, if you thought about it. Angel reasoned with his conscience that this was the best way for him to get past the peak of his rut without totally losing control and losing himself completely to his ‘beast’.

 

He just hoped Al would forgive him.

 

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30 minutes.

 

A measly half hour was all he could stand to be apart from Angel before the uncomfortably prickling sensations finally got to him.

 

It wasn’t that they were all too painful. Lord knew he was used to and in certain circumstances enjoyed pain. However, these pinpricks under his skin crawled along his limbs in the worst sort of way, making his fingers jittery and his legs wobble unsteadily while the worst headache of his afterlife pounded against his cranium. Not to mention the burning coil in his gut that couldn’t be doused no matter how hard he tried. He hated it. He was at the mercy of his body and he absolutely loathed its torturous attempts to force him to unload his deplorable lust onto his poor mate.

 

Once the feelings were too unbearable to cope with he finally left the kitchen with a small lunch he’d had Bou help him with.

 

He had figured if he were in there the least he could do was make their meal while secluded away.

 

“Apologies for the wait, mon biche. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know Bouclier is steadily improving with his cooking. I hope you enjoy the product of our combined labors.”

 

Angel, who had been lounging on the couch deep in thought, startled at his sudden appearance.

 

Alastor quirked a curious eyebrow, wondering just what had encompassed his mate’s mind.

 

A bit of red blossomed across the spider's face as he scrambled to sit up and receive the tray with 2 covered silver platters atop it.

The pinpricks that had plagued him for the last 30 minutes started to abate as soon as he smelt the heavenly aroma of his mate.

Taking the tray Angel started to settle in so he could lay it across his lap but was startled to be swiftly maneuvered to sit astride Alastor.

“Eh… you ok Smiles?”

 

At first glance he hadn’t seen anything too troubling but he could feel the slight shiver and heat beneath him when he was plopped down on top of his Buck.

“I am perfectly fine, mon ange. Just those pesky instincts running amok. I believe my symptoms will subside soon, I just need to hold you for a while, if that’s alright.”

Angel’s gaze softened. He loved it when Alastor showed how much he valued Angel’s say in boundary matters. Not that he had any boundaries with the man he currently sat on. He had a free pass to just about anything he could ever want from him.

“Hold me, Kiss me, do anything ya want, Al. I’m more than willin if ya wanna do anything else as well,” he said in a sultry draw.

He’d hoped Al would take the bait but no dice.

Alastor coughed into his hand to hide a blush and said with a strained voice, “Thank you, I shall keep that in mind, mon cher.”

 

Angel inwardly shook his head in exasperation. He was gonna keep this up until it killed him, he was sure of it.

Well, he had his plan and he’d enact it just as soon as he was sure he had enough time to get away with it.

Letting go of the subject for now he focused back on the tray in his hand and uncovered a light meal of roasted vegetables and steak.

“What? No mystery blob this time?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

Alastor grimaced and said, “No. Thank Satan for that. I had to teach that cretin how to properly sear meat. I swear, he has my memories and mannerisms but the fact that he can’t cook has wounded me to such a degree that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself should I let such a travesty continue.”

 

A flurry of giggles burst out of Angel’s mouth and he had to steady himself on the couch so he wouldn't accidentally upend their lunch on the floor.

“Fair enough Smiles… don’t be too hard on the guy. It ain’t his fault you neva taught him.”

 

Alastor groused but conceded Angel had a point.

They quickly tucked into their food after hearing the grumbling of their stomachs amid their light banter.

As he cut a piece of steak for himself he noticed that Alastor wasn’t removing his hands from Angel’s middle and wondered if he wasn’t hungry.

“You ain’t hungry?”

 

Alastor shrunk down and smiled sheepishly.

“I….am, however it seems as though my fingers won’t let go of you for the time being. Not to worry though, I’m sure they’ll relent as soon as they’ve had their fill.”

 

A bit of mirth crept into his eyes before worry took hold.

It didn’t seem fair to let Al’s food go cold when he could do something about it himself.

Angel ate his own piece and then opened the other silver platter and started cutting a piece from that.

Alastor was perplexed, perhaps he hadn’t made enough food?

It wouldn’t be a hardship to make more but he wasn’t sure why Angel would be going to his food when he’d only just taken a small bite from his own platter.

 

It was therefore a great surprise when instead of bringing the fork to his own mouth, Angel brought it up in front of his own startled face.

 

Alastor stared at the offending utensil in puzzlement before Angel smiled sweetly and gestured for him to open his mouth.

 

His hands seemed to clutch just a bit more to his spider at the motion, his cheeks flushed in red as he opened his mouth and took what was offered.

 

Angel smiled again, his eyes crinkling in delight at how cute Alastor was being and how pleased he looked to be fed, despite his slight embarrassment.

 

They continued on like that until both of their dinners were finished, Alastor a blushing mess whose face was hidden in the crook of his neck and Angel smugly looking down at their empty plates.

 

There, problem solved. Now I just gotta fix the otha problem. Surely he’ll give in ta me before he gets too far gone, right?

But that was wishful thinking.

 

They spent the next few hours conversing and reading within the warm and cozy atmosphere. They spoke of their past exploits into criminal activities, any run-ins with the law, among other things.

 

Angel tried multiple times to get Alastor to crack, whether it be with a brush of his hand against a stray bit of skin, drifting a kiss against his palm or cheek, or playing with his hair or ears. But with every attempt Alastor would quickly extricate himself from the situation, make his excuses, and run off to the bedroom. He wouldn’t stay long, usually only about 5 minutes. But Angel noticed each time it happened he’d take less time and when he snuggled up to him he could feel slight tremors that seemed to get worse with each return.

 

Angel was getting infuriated with this cycle and decided at this point his plan was a necessity. If only so Alastor would stop torturing himself when he didn’t need to.

 

With that said, Angel finally found the perfect opportunity at dinner time. 

 

Al had just left for the kitchen to start their meal, promising a swift response. As soon as the kitchen door closed, Angel sprung into action. 

 

He quickly tiptoed to the bedroom, changing into his red negligee that Alastor had accidentally summoned at the beginning of their sequester.

 

Angel thanked satan for small miracles as he pulled up the scantily laced panties of the ensemble.

 

He couldn’t wait to see Al’s eyes bulging out of his skull as soon as he saw these bad boys.

 

After that he grabbed his phone and typed out a rapid message to Husk, asking him to bring up his phone charger and place it outside the door. 

 

The couch, which had been facing the fire, was moved as quietly as possible towards the door, just enough that it would hopefully kickstart Alastor’s possessive tendencies.

 

Angel lay down on the couch and waited. 

 

He still had his doubts about whether this was morally right or not, he had Charlie to thank for that… but he was tired of Alastor holding back for his sake. Talking to him about it would get him nowhere and he needed to let loose otherwise he truly would lose himself to his rut.

 

He just hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Despite them being in a secluded suite, devoid of other sinners, Alastor found his symptoms to be worsening every time he parted from his spider. Even now he couldn’t bear to be apart from Angel for too long.

 

There was a gnawing sensation anytime he even thought of leaving his side, and he had an inexplicable urge to touch him at all times. Whether that be as an arm wrapped around his waist or their fingers barely touching.

 

After the morning's fiasco with Bouclier he’d decided to give a fast track course on how to properly cook things using his memories so he might rejoin Angel as quickly as possible. Apparently things were getting lost in translation though as the shadow couldn’t seem to understand why you had to do things in proper order.

 

All that came from their discussions was arguing.

 

He scraped the food off the bottom of the pan, flipping it so the other side would grill nicely while reminding Bouclier that you had to be sure it was cooked evenly on both sides. He’d sworn he’d gotten a frozen chunk of sausage somewhere in the mess that was his breakfast. 

 

His shadow waved him off, nodding his reluctant acceptance of his teachings.

 

His body involuntarily shivered, the distasteful prickling sensation running through his limbs from lack of contact with his mate. He shook it off, knowing he just had a few more things to teach him and then he could go back to lounging on the couch with Angel.

 

But before he could, something new caught his attention. Something that had his heart thump loudly in his chest while his eyes glowed and fixated dangerously on the kitchen door.

 

He sniffed.

 

A rival.

 

Who dares come near my territory?

 

The tempting fragrance of Angel wafted toward him as well. 

 

A rival is coming to take Angel away!

 

With a swiftness he didn’t know he possessed, he rushed through the door, looking wildly about for his mate.

 

Angel had planned this out carefully. He’d texted Husk about 4 minutes ago so he figured he’d be almost here.

 

Knowing just how territorial Al was before, he figured surely he’d be driven mad with possessive lust if he smelled Husky come by. Vaguely he wondered if he might be throwing Husk under the bus, putting him in this situation, but that was a problem for future Angel. 

 

He’d apologize to Husk later once they were past the worst of it….

 

In the meantime, he was looking forward to the predatory gaze that would pin him in place once Al got a good look at him.

 

Thank god Smiles had summoned some of his more ‘risqué’ lingerie.

 

There was a bit of guilt as he realized how much of a selfish indulgence this was. Angel had always wanted to try this sort of thing with someone he actually liked. Not like in those cheesy pornos he’d had to do where the reactions were all fake and the guy didn’t give two shits about ya.

 

This time the pure unbridled need would be real, the rut would make sure of that.

 

A small voice in the back of his mind was trying to insist that this was a bad idea and Al might not appreciate such underhanded tactics. But the much larger voice of his lust was telling him to go for it. 

 

He heard the sound of pots clanging and smiled gleefully as Alastor clicked off the stove. 

 

Angel lay draped on the couch in a red crotchless lace teddy, waiting for the pin to drop. Soon enough he heard frantic scrambling as well as faint growls coming from the kitchen as Alastor swiftly joined him in the living room.

 

His eyes shone a blazing red as he took in his mate’s attire mixed with his proximity to the door that positively reeked of a potential rival drawing ever closer. 

 

His hackles raised as did his lip in an unmistakable snarl toward the door, growling menacingly at whoever dared breach the sanctity of his home. His gaze went back to Angel, roving over the entirety of his stunningly bewitching wardrobe, and found himself drooling slightly.

 

His eyes glazed over at the sight of Angel motioning for him to come closer with a finger while opening his legs wide. He slowly rubbed his clit with a soft moan, two fingers dipping generously into his weeping slit showing just how ready he was to be taken.

 

Alastor’s eye twitched once…and then he pounced. 

 

His breath had quickened upon seeing the details of Angel’s new outfit, draped in his favorite color and looking absolutely delectable. He rushed forward like a predator going in for the kill and pushed Angel down into the couch cushions. He loomed over him possessively, immediately moving forward to claim Angel’s lips with his own and clutch at his hips, wanting desperately to sink into his mate. 

 

Alastor brushed two fingers through the positively dripping folds that Angel had so deviously put on display for him. The soft velveteen texture of Angel’s glistening lips was maddening. Angel bit his lip with a whimper when a finger rubbed insistently against his sensitive bundle of nerves. A mewl of displeasure escaped him when said finger was removed just as abruptly.

 

Alastor pushed down his sweatpants that Angel had insisted he wear for modesty’s sake, his rapidly swelling cock lining up with Angel’s hole. He hurriedly rubbed across it to slick itself with his slippery juices.

 

He groaned as a pulse of desperation rushed through him that he hadn’t felt nearly as strongly before, a beastial need that was overriding his normal sensibilities. 

 

He angled Angel’s hips high as he climbed on top of him. He wanted to go deep, as deeply as he could. He wanted to brand him with his seed, his insistent instincts spurring him to scent him so any rivals would turn tail and run.

 

Right as he sank deeply into that glorious heat he realized with a fury unlike any before that he could smell another male right in front of the door. 

 

In HIS territory.

 

He harshly thrust into Angel who let out a sharp cry of pleasure and clutched frantic hands to his shoulders, desperate for more.

 

He wanted Smiles to fuck the shit out of him, right now.

 

Alastor’s eyes turned to radio dials and the growing sound of static filled the air. Alastor bared his teeth at the door, completely feral now. He sent a tendril of his magic to any who would dare interrupt him trying to claim his mate. 

 

From the other side of the door came a low mutter. 

 

“Oh god… I can smell you two. Thank fuck I can’t hear it.” 

 

There was a clunk of something hitting the ground which was promptly drowned out by the piercing yowl of a cat that came clear as day through the door. A loud hiss rang out while a panicked scuffle sounded through the closed entryway.

 

“I’M NOT TRYIN TO TAKE YOUR MATE ASSHOLE! DON’T SEND YOUR FUCKIN VOODOO SHIT AFTER ME FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!”

 

After that the frantic footfalls away from the area could be heard as Husk was admittedly run off by Alastor’s volatile voodoo tentacles.

 

Meanwhile, Alastor was focused on breeding his mate so well he’d be with child by the end of this session and then no one could try and take him away. 

 

Angel watched as the dials dissipated from his gaze, replaced instead with his normal glowing crimson eyes.

 

Although his eyes returned to their previous state, a tremble went through his frame as he noticed the downright predatory look Al was giving him. An intensely possessive glint burning in those fiery coals. He could feel the need from his buck wash over him, dominate him. He leaned his head back with a gasp wanting to show his submission, wanting to show just how much he wanted this.

 

“Who do you belong to, ma biche?” Alastor said, completely enraptured with his mate as he set a punishing rhythm into that hot wet cunt. He’d pound into his pussy while marking any unblemished skin he could find on his lovely neck to show just who he belonged to. 

 

“Ah Ah y-you, I belong ta you,” Angel stuttered out, his clit being teased mercilessly with each sharp thrust of Al’s hips. 

 

He knew the marks wouldn’t stay long because of their healing but he wished he could keep the ones Alastor was so lovingly doting upon him. He could feel Al rubbing his head against his neck as well, almost as if he were trying to push his scent onto him.

 

Maybe he pushed Al too far with this, he just wanted a good ol’ rough fuck since Al had been treating him like he was made of glass lately. Not to mention how clingy he had been and the obvious pain he kept perpetuating on himself everytime he denied his instincts.

 

But maybe he was just making excuses. 

 

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care at the moment, far too preoccupied with the savage thrusts wreaking havok on his ability to think.

 

His hips were starting to ache with the position they were in as well as the furious strokes he was trying to keep up with.

It hadn’t seemed that long since his orgasm this morning but already he could feel the tendrils of his release gripping him tightly.

He sent a silent apology to Alastor for not lasting as long as he should have but the pounding against his clit was too much to bear.

With a keening whine he broke, mouth agape in the aftermath of his startling orgasm. He heard a savage growl and felt warmth flood within him. At least Al had come too so he wouldn’t feel as bad.

He lay boneless against the comfortable cushions, waiting for Alastor to retreat but gasped when he noticed the looming presence above him.

“Oh dear, it seems we’ve made a mess, mon cher. I suppose I’ll have to clean it up so we may continue.”

Angel’s eyes widened as he took in the lascivious look Alastor had upon his face, staring down at him as though he were a prime cut of meat.

Uh oh…. I mighta fucked up… he thought as the gaping maw widened and a devilish smile was thrown his way.

Arms suddenly hoisted him up, effortlessly carrying him around the back of the couch and draping him over it. The cock which had been inside him still stood proudly despite his release just now and Angel swallowed hard. His hands gripped the back of the couch, facing away from Alastor with his ass up, and legs propped wide open.

Oh shit! He’s still hard…. What the fuck is happening??? 

 

He knew demon refractory periods were short but this was just ridiculous. He tried to turn back but the angle at which he was propped against the couch made it hard to crane his neck. They’d never done it in this position before and Angel felt a thrill course through him at the thought of not being able to see what Alastor was going to do to him.

 

His mouth dropped open and he shakily inhaled when he heard the ripping sounds coming from behind. Cool air hit his sensitive skin and he knew his lingerie would be unrecognizable by the time the tattered remains fell to the floor.

 

He waited impatiently for Alastor to do something, touch him, tease him, anything. But it seemed he was content to let Angel stew in his lust.

 

Ravenous glowing eyes were captivated by the wanton display. Fixated unnervingly on the glistening slit before him, looking all too much like it was wet and weeping just for him. They zeroed in on a stray bit of white mixed into the transparent slick pooling at the opening of his passage and smiled wickedly. He’d be sure to keep that in place. His gaze burned a trail across soft unblemished white skin that now lay uncovered from the pieces of scraps that had dared to hide it away.

Alastor licked his lips, eager to claim what was his.

The first thing Angel felt was hands roughly grabbing his ass and kneading the round perky globes hungrily. They squeezed and fondled, so much so that Angel was sure there would be red streaks from the force of his grip.

Angel gasped as he felt the biting pinprick of Alastor’s claws sink into his supple flesh. That was going to hurt later but holy shit did it feel good right now.

He pressed in just enough to leave an indent that would bruise and when a talon finally drew blood, the far gone Alastor couldn’t help skimming his eager wet tongue across the cut.

The taste of his mate’s blood set his nerves on fire, a guttural growl spilling past his lips with the decadent flavor. His mouth watered for more. More blood, more flavor.

 

More.

Feeling he couldn’t leave it just there he started to lick and bite his way up Angel’s creamy white thighs, a smattering of bruising and pulsing bite marks claiming the area for his own.

Angel’s breathing was exhilarated, his body flushed with arousal. Fuck… Alastor was an animal. He’d had plenty of biting and blood kink customers before, but never as ferocious as this. Nothing had ever gotten under his skin so much. He practically vibrated with anticipation for what might come next and he hoped it was the tongue that kept teasing his wounds.

After a particularly dangerous nip near his outer lips made him squeal, Alastor then laved the area with his tongue, inching his way to the source of the most bewitching smell.

 

Angel was so wet he could feel the slick and cum dripping down his thighs. He wanted something in him so bad.

 

“Fuck…” Angel mewled out while spreading his legs as wide as he could for Alastor. He hoped that seeing his shiny wet slit would make his buck finally give in and touch him where he needed it most.

 

Alastor was wasting no time, his hands holding open the shiny folds as his tongue started lapping at Angel’s dripping cunt furiously. He could taste himself in the spend that leaked from the gaping hole and moaned, the vibrations of which caused a keening whine to escape his doe’s nerve ridden lips.  Angel’s claws sunk deeper into the back of the couch as Alastor’s tongue suddenly plunged deep into his pussy. The buck heard his mate’s choked gasp at the motion and needy whimpers, and began to suck while fucking his tongue into him.

 

Too many sensations.

 

It’s so fucking hot. Why is it so fucking hot?

 

Angel felt like he was on fire. An ungodly heat was rushing through him like nothing before and it made his head spin. His body thrummed with desire while his mind went haywire.

 

This isn’t normal.

 

In all his years in the industry, he’d never felt this all encompassing sudden urge to be fucked. To be stretched to his limits. To be filled again and again. 

 

As many times as it took.

 

The buck’s ears quivered at the heady aroma.

 

It was calling to him. 

 

The markings he’d lovingly doted upon his Doe’s flesh stood out as he stood to mount his mate.

 

Angel felt the tongue slip out of him, hands lovingly caressing his hips. He felt feverish and shivered when warmth covered his backside. A garbled moan escaped him when he was braced against the couch and Alastor plunged balls deep into his slick passage.

 

There was no stinging stretch, only white hot pleasure. The new position allowed his mate to go impossibly deep, his body tingling with excitement.

 

“Oh god! Yes! Fuckin fill me up… please, it’s so hot. Ah ah! Mmmmmf-“ he bit his lip, the heat in him growing with every savage thrust.

 

His cock bobbed helplessly below him, nudging itself into the soft fabric of the ornate couch. He only hoped the trail of satisfaction weeping from his crown wouldn’t stain the thing too horribly.

 

Speaking of damage, with the punishing force of their lovemaking, Angel imagined there would have been deep gouges in the floor if it was wood. Thankfully the carpeted floors of the living room mitigated any such issues.

 

The loud slaps and squelching noises of their bodies joining was the soundtrack to which they worked. Alastor felt drunk, impassioned, alive. The clenching walls closing around his throbbing length, the melodious sounds coming from his doe, whimpers, whines, moans, making him want to hold on and never let go. The sounds of their mating, wet smacking noises accompanied by the chorus of sin weeping from his mate’s mouth. It was almost enough to finish then and there but he couldn’t give in so soon. No no no, he needed to make sure Angel was thoroughly bred, his seed entrapped inside of him and branded with enough that he might become his permanently.

 

Angel meanwhile was losing his mind. He had been close before but now? The waves inside him were just begging to be released and Angel clenched his hands wanting it with every fiber of his being.

 

But it seemed Alastor could tell he was close and didn’t want it to end too soon.

 

“Yes Angel,” he breathed against his Doe’s nape while he slowed down his thrusts and instead ground his hips into him. He nipped his neck, leaving a smattering of bruises against the snowy expanse. 

 

A stray hand went around to tease and pluck at his neglected nipples. Angel gasped raggedly, the mixture of pain and pleasure shooting straight to his core. 

 

“You’re so tight, so wet for me. You feel exquisite, darling.” The words had their intended effect, distracting Angel while still pleasing him. 

 

Angel’s head was so fuzzy, he could only focus so much. It was a surprise when he was suddenly manhandled back around so he sat balanced and held in place atop the back of the couch with Alastor still inside him.

 

An impressive feat, even if Angel couldn’t appreciate it right now with how singularly focused he was with the flames pulsating in his gushing channel.

 

He wanted Alastor to fuck him. Hard.

 

He wanted to be bred.

 

And while not an unusual thought, the excessive need behind it was unsettling to say the least.

 

With his change in position a new blank canvas opened to him.  Alastor started marking his mate, sucking his white flesh until it turned a rosy hue and sinking his teeth into his supple skin and luxuriating in his mate’s keening cries. He focused particular attention to his pebbled peaks, watching with delight as his attention to them turned them the most marvelous shade of red. Meanwhile, he continued gradually thrusting into him, rolling his hips to maintain their level of pleasure until he was satisfied with the amount of possessive markings that staked his claim.

 

There would be no denying Angel was his. 

 

His mate.

 

His Doe.

 

Mine.

 

The word was a mantra in his head, fueling his desire to implant his seed and satisfy his mate to the fullest extent in the process. He needn’t have worried, as the moans and gasps of his doe filled the room continuously.

 

“No man can ever have you as I have. This,” he said with a rough grind into his clit, eliciting a whimper out of him, “belongs to me alone.”

 

His words made Angel’s breath catch, a pitiful whine slipping from his treacherous lips. 

 

“You are mine. Body, mind, and soul.”

 

Alastor could feel the sweat from his brow drip down onto the perfect white flesh of his mate, the squelching sounds of their joining growing louder with each harsh penetration.

 

“Yes…” Angel breathed out so quietly he wasn’t sure if Al would hear it. A small shred of clarity came to him and his heart skipped as he regarded the words. 

 

He wanted it to be true, he really did. 

 

If he had his way all three of those would be. But unfortunately more than one of those was owned by someone he didn’t want to think about right now so he lost himself in the pleasure that was Alastor instead.

 

“Such a good doe. Come for me mon ange, let go…”

 

With that husky drawl Angel broke, his vision shattering into a million tiny pieces. At the same time a dangerous growl sounded in his ear and his eyes flew open at the force of it.

 

He noticed with a shaky breath that one of the hands that had been steadying him had shifted to the top of the couch near his hip, grasping it in a death grip that destroyed a large chunk of it.

 

The ragged remains of deep red fabric clung to the splintered wood like an open flesh wound. 

 

Angel held his breath, stunned. 

 

It had only been a few moments before that the same hand had been on him.

 

A violent tremble shook his frame. Surprise colored his already feverish face as he realized it wasn’t fear that filled him but a hot lick of desire. 

 

Still, it didn’t distract him long from the steady thrusts that continued to pound into his oversensitive cunt.

 

He thought he might get a reprieve after such a blinding orgasm but it seemed Alastor wasn’t done with him just yet.

 

“T-too m-much…. Mmph! Ah hah…. A-Al, please I- I can’t-“

 

It was with not a small bit of alarm that he realized each thrust was quickly sending him headlong into a third orgasm. Tears sprung to his eyes, the pleasure, the pain, the sensations completely ensnaring him in a chokehold.

 

He brought Alastor forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his back. His hand clutched desperately to his buck’s scarred, sweat glistened back, claws digging into it with every smack of those hips into his. Incoherent noises bled from his passion ravaged lips, his mind too far gone for fully formed words anymore. Angel felt a glorious heat tingle deliciously in his clenching toe beans. It passed through his lower half, making him squeeze tightly over the pistoning cock reaching so deeply inside of him. A whine broke from him when the cock nudged that spot inside of him that made him see stars, fueling his desires even more. His mind was in a whirlwind of lust, unable to comprehend anything other than his mate throughout breeding him into the top of the ominously creaking couch. Unconsciously, or subconsciously, he threw his head back and to the side, offering his neck in submission. Alastor zeroed in on the faint lines of his previous bites and the way his mate was clearly giving his permission. His hips stuttered in the furious pace as he sunk his teeth gratefully into one of his favorite places. The taste of decadent blood filled his mouth and a shuddering moan escaped him. With a final thrust he forced his knot into the tight space of Angel’s cunt and felt his blinding release as though a thousand suns burst to life. His hips canted laboriously, making sure all of his seed pumped endlessly into his mate’s pulsating channel. Feeling the sharp bite of his buck, the thick knot breaching his red puffy lips, and the flood of hot come gushing in him, Angel finally succumbed to the pleasure and arched his back as a strangled scream signaled his release.

 

Alastor stood panting harshly into the cool air, coming down from his orgasmic bliss and startled as the glowing veil of pleasure started to lift from his eyes.

 

What’s going on? He thought, clutching a bit tighter to the soft warmth below him. It comforted him somewhat through his confusion.

 

He felt as though he were coming out of a drunken stupor and gasped with a painful realization when he attempted to move away from the couch.

 

He was still inside Angel.

 

Angel…. Oh.

 

Mon dieu.

 

The sight before him made his stomach clench painfully and drop to the floor.

 

“Oh god…. look what I’ve done to you,” Alastor whispered hoarsely. 

 

He stared, horrified at the damage he’d wrought to Angel’s once pristine body.

 

Dark bruises littered the expanse of the snowy white surface, running from top to bottom. Several sets of inflamed bite marks ravaged his body, some still bleeding. He watched as his mate lay heaving against the back of the couch, still trying to recover from what he’d done.

 

Angel on the other hand was entirely pleased with himself. Trapped in a cloud of fuzzy euphoria, he almost didn’t hear the statement. But something about the tone lifted the fog enough for him to take notice.

 

“Wha?” He asked groggily. 

 

He’d just been fucked to within an inch of his life, and now he was stuck with his mate inside of him and he could barely remember his own name let alone focus on anything else.

 

“I’m so sorry, mon ange.”

 

The pain and dejection in his voice lifted him out of his fog entirely and he frowned.

 

“Sorry?” He asked in confusion. 

 

“Sorry fa what?”

 

He looked at his buck and was shocked to see the glistening eyes and vehement self loathing written plainly across his face.

 

Alastor was overwhelmed with shame.

 

“I- I lost control- I could see what I was doing- knew what I was doing but…. I didn’t mean to be so rough-” Alastor’s voice broke, a pained gasp from the other piercing Angel’s stricken conscience.

 

Shit… I fucked up.

 

Angel heard enough, he couldn’t let Alastor think any of this was his fault. Not when he’d basically prodded a wolf with a stick.

 

“Alastor, look at me.”

 

His voice was soft but firm, deadly serious.

 

His buck looked at him with guilt ridden eyes and Angel’s heart felt a stab of guilt itself. He needed to make this right.

 

“Do you see me complainin about what just happened?”

 

His buck faltered.

 

“No, but…. Those other men-“

 

Angel halted him before he could finish that thought. 

 

“Hey, none a that now. I’m gonna tell you something and I want you ta hear it ok? I mean it.”

 

He struggled to pick himself up and Alastor, noticing it, gently brought him forward. The hands resting against his lower back felt uncertain and tense, and another streak of guilt shot through him. 

 

Angel leaned forward slowly, cautious of spooking the poor fragile looking man. He cradled Alastor’s face tenderly, his thumb smoothing over a lone wet streak on his cheek in silent apology.

 

His voice softened, putting meaning into his words so Alastor would know he was speaking the truth.

 

“You are not like those other men. You will never be like those other men.” 

 

He waited a beat for the message to sink in.

 

“You’ve treated me with kindness, decency, patience, and you’re the most generous lover I’ve evah had.”

 

He shook his head, almost as baffled as Alastor. Never would he have imagined himself in this position even a week ago, but here they were and he was just about as amazed as he could ever be.

 

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

 

The words echoed in the quiet of the room, the only other things to be heard were the crackling of the dancing fire and their soft breathing.

 

He put as much emphasis in his words as humanly possible.

 

He needed to make Alastor understand that he hadn’t done anything Angel hadn’t wanted him to do. 

 

Carefully, he brought him forward and gave him a soft reassuring kiss that filled both of them with an unsaid longing.

 

Breaking the tender kiss, Angel placed his forehead against Al’s and murmured a joke to try to ease his tension.

 

“Hell…if anything, the only thing I'm a bit sore about is my orgasm high endin too quickly.”

 

He chuckled a bit to himself and glanced up at his buck, wanting to see that smile again.

 

Alastor looked a bit calmer now but still lacked his trademark smile. 

 

Alastor raked his eyes over his body, shamed by the markings he’d left. Angel could still see the worry and remorse shine in those brilliant red jewels.

 

“But look at how rough I was…..”

 

Angel locked eyes with him and asked the one question he thought might make a difference. 

 

“Well…Did you hear me say any of our safe words anywhere in there?”

 

Alastor thought hard for a moment. 

 

No, no he hadn’t….and if his memory wasn’t tainted by the beast within, it definitely looked as though Angel had only ever been enthusiastic in his response, never asking for him to stop.

 

Angel could finally see a hint of realization in those dazzling ruby red eyes.

 

“And even if I did and I really wanted you off, which I don’t, I coulda stopped you at any point. One good kick to the nads will stop any guy who’s gettin too fresh.”

 

He spoke from experience but he was trying to make him see that he was never in any real danger.

 

“I trust you. Only you.” 

 

“I know you would never do anything to hurt me. And you can’t know how grateful I am for that…”

 

He could hear a touch of emotion slipping through the cracks in his voice, so he cleared his throat. No need to make this more mushy than it had to be.

 

“You’re the only person ta ever get that privilege so… I hope you feel lucky.”

 

“I do.”

 

Angel felt his heart skip a beat at the immediate confession.

 

“I do feel lucky,” Alastor said finally, a warm smile lighting up the gloom that had been plastered on his face only moments before.

 

“I can only hope I’m worthy of such an honor.”

 

He lifted one of Angel's hands to his lips and brushed them lightly across his knuckles, warmth pervading his body from the small contact.

 

Angel sent back a flustered smile but just as quickly it fell to a guilt ridden frown.

 

“I…. I’m sorry. This was my fault, I planned this out but I thought maybe you might get annoyed, not this. I neva thought you’d start blamin yourself… I guess I pushed it too far….but ya kept treatin me like glass and I just wanted ya to snap out of it and let go. You can’t keep this sorta shit in or it’ll build up to where you really ain’t in control and end up gettin hurt or hurtin someone else. Believe me, I’ve seen it.”

 

And he had. There was a reason Val didn’t allow him to do breeding videos. Sometimes the guy was just too far gone. No need to put his star out of commission with a rut gone wrong.

 

Apologetic and contrite, he gave Alastor a reassuring smile. 

 

“So I’m sorry, but don’t beat ya self up about it, really. I’m ok and I trust you, always.”

 

He felt an exhaustion hit him once his emotions finally calmed. He slumped slightly in Alastor’s hold, content to let his buck stabilize him in his comforting arms.

 

“Now let’s get ta bed, my back is killin me and we need ta wait out your knot.”

 

Alastor nodded, cradling his doe in his arms as he picked him up and headed for the bedroom.

 

While the day hadn’t gone exactly how he’d wished he had to concede that in this moment he did feel a lot more in control of himself.

 

He wasn’t sure how this time was different from the last but he could feel the beast inside of him release its grip far more than before.

 

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, he decided to ignore it for the time being and focus on taking care of his mate.

 

He would need a lot of care and comfort after such a rough mating and Alastor was more than happy to fulfill such a task.

Notes:

Well shit I felt kinda bad about that last bit 😅 Angel really needs to work on his communication and Alastor needs to not be so stubborn, they're a bit both at fault but I think things might start looking up for them if they can just get on the same page about things :P

Next chapter: some lovely aftercare, more fun with Bou ;), and Day 7 shenanigans (Alastor is a curious fellow ;))

Chapter 18: New Positions, New Discoveries

Notes:

Been a bit 😅 But here's a new chapter for y'all :D

I have a new one shot that will be coming out for christmas as well as some new chapters for already established oneshots in the Primal universe. So look forward to those :)

Thank you to everyone still hanging in there, I know I've been a bit slow lately but I'm hoping with the start of the new season I'll get fired up 😋

As always lmk what y'all think!

They lay in bed eating the smoked sausage and rice that Bou had so valiantly heated back up for them after it had been forgotten on the stove.

 

Their positions weren’t ideal for eating but after such an exhaustive mating session both were too tired and famished to care how uncomfortable it might be.

 

On the plus side they were now taking turns feeding each other, Alastor having wanted to spoil him after his earlier roughness.

 

Once they finished eating, Alastor called Bouclier back to him asking him to bring a multitude of items to care for his doe.

 

Angel started to insist it wasn’t necessary, the healing ointments would basically just speed up a process he’d been through dozens of times before. But Alastor wouldn’t hear of it. 

 

“I’ll not have you suffer unduly when I can treat these wounds myself. Please, mon biche. Let me help make you feel better.”

 

Angel couldn’t resist his sappy pleas and allowed for the warm washcloth to gently cleanse his wounds before an admittedly nice smelling ointment was spread across dozens of inflamed bites and broken skin littering the expanse of his front.

 

He hissed when Alastor slathered some over his aching nipples, not as bitten and bruised as the rest but still extremely sensitive.

 

“Sorry, is it too cold? I could warm it a bit?”

 

Angel let a soft smile drift across his face at the concern in his words.

 

“No… you’re fine, they’re just a little sensitive is all.”

 

Curious pink eyes flitted up to watch his mate's face. Alastor’s brow was furrowed in concentration, intent on making sure all areas that needed his attention were taken care of. 

 

Angel loved that about him. 

 

His cautious intent, careful in his movements so as not to cause further pain. 

 

The thoroughness of it. 

 

The dedicated and precise movements of his hands as he sought out each injured area, even so much as a scrape.

 

He sighed in contentment, sinking into the soft duvet while he let Alastor pamper him.

 

Having finished the area in front of him, Alastor strained to see the markings on his back but was dismayed to find he wouldn’t be able to without a lot of unnecessary jostling that would surely pain them both from their still joined bodies.

 

Therefore, it was with a startled gasp that Angel found an eerie coldness seep into his skin from behind. He turned his head to see Bou starting to slather the same ointment onto the injuries from his back.

 

He’d touched the man… er shadow?- only once before. The strange sensation was both thrilling and unsettling and he shivered lightly at the tingling that trailed across skin from the ghostly touch.

 

Alastor noticed the shiver of what he thought was discomfort and said, “Apologies, mon ange. I’m sure Bouclier will be done as soon as he can. I know it’s cold and perhaps unpleasant but please bear with us.”

 

Angel’s head shot up and he stammered as he said, “Oh no- I didn’t-! It doesn’t feel bad … it just surprised me is all. Actually…” he trailed off, looking shy all of a sudden. A faint blush blossomed across his face as he looked to the side and murmured, “it feels really good.”

 

An eyebrow raised at the confession and Alastor narrowed his eyes at the sudden smug grin that popped onto his shadow’s face.

 

“Si mon maître me le permettait, je te ferais des choses bien plus délicieuses, mon cœur.”

 

Angel wasn’t sure what Bou had said but from the look on Alastor’s face and the sultry tone in which the shadow said it, he was sure the blush staining his cheeks wasn’t misplaced.

 

“Pas maintenant, imbécile,” Alastor spat while holding Angel more firmly to his chest, “il est encore en convalescence et fais gaffe à ce que tu lui dit.”

 

His doe looked uncertainly between the two and, not wanting any more conflict between them, stroked a hand along the jaws of both of the surprised men.

 

“Hey now, ya don’t gotta fight ova little ol’ me, there’s plenty ta go around. How’s about instead you two let bygones be bygones and we can snuggle.”

 

There was a playful lilt within his words that Alastor couldn’t help grinning to. Not wanting to further upset his doe he was shocked to find the beast didn’t have any compunctions with the thought of Bouclier sharing in this small intimacy, if only for comfort.

 

He, therefore, motioned for Bou to slide in behind Angel, much to its own surprise, and the shadow eagerly complied.

 

Another round of shivers came from the body between them and Alastor could tell from the light pink flush dancing along his skin that his doe was aroused.

 

He filed that revelation away for later, fully intending to use it to his advantage when Angel was feeling better and they might revisit his earlier proposal. He was sure his shadow would demand such a lovely opportunity after having been so ‘well behaved’ for so long. And actually, Alastor was looking forward to being able to fully share Angel with ‘himself’ in such a way.

 

Soft curls tickled his shoulder when Angel dipped his head into the crook of his neck, face rubbing along his collarbone sweetly while eyelashes fluttered sleepily before drooping shut.

 

Alastor cocooned his doe within his arms and, far less reluctantly than before, allowed Bouclier to drape himself across his back protectively.

 

If there was anything he knew for certain, it was that even if he himself didn’t know what his emotions amounted to for his mate, Bou certainly knew his own. And he’d fight tooth and nail to make sure Angel felt well taken care of.

 

A small smile flitted across his dozing mate’s face and he mumbled out a sleepy, “my boys…” before succumbing to the embrace of slumber.

 

Both he and his shadow shared a look neither would comment on before Alastor kissed the smooth pale forehead before him and followed him into his dreams.

 

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Day 7

 

The dull silence of another morning in hell was broken only by the sound of clinking cups. A pair of mugs jostled precariously against each other on a tray laden with a hastily made breakfast. Alastor didn’t mean to rush but he now understood why people in season tended to sequester themselves to the bedroom when their peak hit. 

 

Even though yesterday he’d finally let out a lot of his pent up lust, he still felt the irritation of his rut pooling under his skin.

 

It wasn’t nearly as bad as the day before and for that he was thankful but he still felt the urge to hurry back.

 

His skin felt the irritating itch the longer he was away from his mate. It was more of a dull throb at this point but still annoying to endure when he didn’t have to. At least he’d managed to make a proper meal today, unlike yesterday when he’d left it in favor of claiming his mate.

 

He vaguely pondered how he would have fared if he’d actually decided to go it alone this year. Especially with Angel right under his nose. His body shuddered violently at the thought. He probably would have broken the damned door down, and there’s no telling how far he might have gone to get to him.

 

Nudging the door open with his back, he turned around, food tray held firmly within his grasp, and huffed adversely at the sight before him.

 

Bouclier was obviously making up for lost time as he was draped along Angel’s back nuzzling into his hair and running his fingertips along the length of his mate's body reverently while he slept.

 

Every so often a soft sigh or happy hum would punctuate the warm fuzzy atmosphere and Bou would watch carefully so he might memorize those special spots.

 

He started bestowing light kisses along the arch of his neck and enthusiastically smiled when Angel moaned and stretched his long limbs, reaching back to thread his fingers through cold wisps of shadow that might have constituted as hair.

 

The drowsy doe shivered in his grasp and muttered, “so weird…” but nudged his backside against his cold form despite the comment.

 

Bouclier looked about ready to pounce his far too enticing mate but paused at the look Alastor gave him.

 

Red eyes motioned pointedly to the food tray he’d prepared before staring sternly at his shadow, beckoning him to wake the sleeping beauty but refrain from anything that might distract him from their meal.

 

Bouclier gave a disappointed pout but complied, knowing his master was correct and that they should take care of their doe first.

 

“ Réveille toi, mon cœur~ ” The shadow mumbled as he went back to nuzzling Angel's neck and gave a furry of kisses to his jaw.

 

Angel smiled in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open at the pleasant tingling along his neckline and the soft spoken words that made him heat up nicely.

 

“You do give good wake up calls, I tell ya…. Gonna have ta leave a nice tip for ya.”

 

Bou leaned over him with a salacious grin and muttered, “ Oh, je vais te donner plus qu'un pourboire, ma chère.”

 

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyance trickling through their bond at his shadow’s impertinence, much to his counterparts amusement.

 

“Comporte-toi bien et je penserais peut-être à le partager avec toi.” Alastor said, narrowing his eyes down at the pouting shadow.

 

The shadow sighed longingly and said, “Oui Maître.” He sat up, gently helping Angel sit up as well, so as not to aggravate his still healing injuries. He then gave him a last lingering kiss on the cheek before settling behind him on the bed.

 

Alastor gave him a withering look at their new position.

 

“As tu vraiment besoin de te coller à lui pendant qu'il mange??” He asked with some exasperation.

 

Bou smirked, feeling he’d somewhat outsmarted his master with this move.

 

“ Eh bien, nous ne voudrions pas qu’il se blesse maintenant, n’est-ce pas? ”

 

Alastor glared suspiciously at him but decided against causing more of an uproar, the food wouldn’t stay hot forever.

 

Angel meanwhile was just enjoying the show. He felt they might be fighting over him and it sent a jolt of selfish pleasure through him at the thought. 

 

He still wasn’t sure what they were saying but tone wise it seemed as though Alastor had lost whatever argument they’d had cause Bou was now holding him and Alastor looked resigned to his fate. Personally he didn’t mind the shadow holding him right now. The cold seeping into his back was a godsend on his inflamed bites. It felt like having a living breathing ice pack soothing his injuries while also comforting him with their embrace. But he felt a bit of sympathy stir in him from his buck’s expression nonetheless. He couldn’t help playfully teasing him in an attempt to have that smile he so loved come back to his face.

 

“So…. Did ya lose the war, Smiles?” He asked in a teasing tone, his eyes sparkling mischievously under the fringe of his curls.

 

Alastor’s furrowed brow dissolved as he smirked and replied, “Not the war no, perhaps a battle but never the war.”

 

Forgoing further explanation, Alastor revealed their breakfast. The smell of eggs, beef sausage patties, and syrup laden pancakes made Angel’s stomach rumble loudly and he eagerly dove in, his hunger making itself known.

 

“Didn’t know that you knew how ta make pancakes Smiles,” Angel said as he shoveled a forkful of the maple covered hot cakes into his mouth.

 

Alastor grinned and said, “Yes well, although I’m not usually one to eat sugary food, I will make exceptions for certain dishes, pancakes being one of them.”

 

Angel nodded gratefully, as Alastor continued.

 

“I had thought about making ham but noticed you hadn’t put any pork related products on the shopping list, so I wasn’t sure you’d be amenable…” 

 

Angel hurried to swallow before saying, “Oh yah! I neva mentioned but I’m glad ya ain’t used any pork products. Evah since I got Nuggs I stopped eatin ‘em. Just didn’t seem right watching the little guy while stuffin my face with his cousin.”

 

Alastor breathed an inward sigh of relief, thanking his sixth sense for once.

 

“Ah yes, I would be much the same if someone were to offer me food of my pet.”

 

Angel’s fork paused in midair, “wait, you got a pet?”

 

Alastor shook his head in a good natured way.

 

“Not at the moment, no.”

 

Well that’s not vague at all…

 

Angel prodded further, curiosity outweighing his hunger for the moment.

 

“So…. You had a pet?”

 

Alastor faltered, thinking carefully on his next words.

 

“Mmm… technically no, but also yes… it’s a bit complicated…”

 

Angel’s brow furrowed in confusion but he just stared, waiting for more.

 

Red eyes blinked slowly, hoping he wouldn’t be thought of as peculiar for his explanation, as others had in the past.

 

“Well… I did not have any of your typical everyday pets. I abhorred dogs, cats were too fickle… I suppose I didn’t mind pigs that much.” He glanced at Angel to see his eyes perk up a bit at that. 

 

“It was quite easy to rid myself of evidence by throwing it into the pig trough but there was one animal I bonded with almost instantly. I’m not sure if it was the demeanor or deadly nature of the beast but I grew very fond of an alligator that had made its way to our side of the bayou. I named him Hissy at first, he was quite an extraordinary specimen. Agile, cunning, and such an appetite! It was astounding how much we had in common. I was a bit abashed when, after learning more about alligators from a book I’d found, it was revealed that the alligator was actually a female. I changed her name to Missy and then the more whimsical ‘Hissy Missy’. It just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?” Alastor said with a fond smile.

Angel stared at Alastor, both incredulous and amused. 

Of course he’d had something as dangerous as a pet alligator…

“So uh…. Was she friendly then? I can’t imagine an alligator would be nice right off the bat….She evah try ta eat ya?”

Alastor laughed warmly, “Oh yes! Several times in fact! She was quite a spitfire, that old girl. But eventually she came to recognize that I would bring her delicious corpses and one does not bite the hand that feeds. We became the best of friends over time. Sometimes I wonder if she still lives…” Alastor sighed wistfully, a look of longing flashing across his face only to disappear the next second.

Angel’s heart went out to him, knowing all too well the heartache of being separated from one’s pet.

 

A soft warmth enveloped his hand and squeezed gently, “I’m sure if she is, she still remembers you and misses ya somethin fierce.”

 

Alastor smiled and squeezed the hand back, his shy demeanor forcing him to finish the rest of his meal as he continued to hold the hand in his.

 

Bou, who had been observing for the most part, smugly grinned from behind Angel’s head. Alastor glanced at his shadow and saw the pointed look he gave to their enclosed hands. He pursed his lips tight, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a blush.

 

Once Angel finished, Alastor asked Bou to take their dishes back, and that he’d call on him later on once they needed to start lunch.

 

Alastor insisted Angel rest a bit more so the cuts and bruises would finish healing.  He didn’t want their hard work to go to waste and surely Angel would love a bit of rest while he was able. 

 

Knowing that his rut wouldn’t let him venture too far, Alastor decided to read a book in the meantime.

 

Angel looked at him skeptically, “Are ya sure? Ain’t ya rut gettin to ya?”

 

Contemplating eyes closed and gauged what he was feeling right now.

 

While the itching sensation was still there, he found it had lessened considerably since yesterday. Odd , but lucky for him. As it was right now, he did still feel the urge to copulate but it wouldn’t cause him any undue harm or drive him to madness if he ignored it for a couple of hours.

 

“At the moment, no. Please don’t worry so much. I promise I will let you know before it becomes too overwhelming.”

 

He would endeavor not to have a repeat of yesterday if he could help it, at least in regards to letting the beast have control.

 

Angel still looked unsure but, after the events from last night, he knew his mate wouldn’t let it get that far again. Sleeping for a couple of hours would close his wounds fully and allow him to get some strength back. Last night had been a fucking wild ride but man did it knock the wind out of him…..

 

“Ok…. Just wake me up in a couple of hours. I hate sleepin all day like a bum.”

 

“Yes, Mon biche,” Alastor said quietly as Angel settled down next to him in bed and snuggled against his side as his breathing became even.

 

The soft puffs of air brushing against his sensitive skin made Alastor want to swoop down and capture the tempting offenders with his own. But he held back, instead laying down partially so he might still hold Angel while reading his book.

 

He lay back, content with the warmth in his arms and started to read.

 

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Alastor was roused from his sleep by a growing heat consuming his nether regions.

 

His movements were sluggish as he made to snuggle deeper into the warmth of his mate.

 

But there was no mate in his arms, just fluffy pillows with a lingering scent.

 

Fully awake now, he frantically looked about the room, trying to ascertain the whereabouts of his doe.

 

He got out of bed, his sweatpants hanging low as he swept through the area. There was a thick heat in the air that led from his bathroom, but no noise.

 

Undoubtedly the humid atmosphere signaled Angel had taken a shower recently, but that still didn’t explain where he was.

 

He strode forth toward the door and finally smelled the comforting scent of his mate wafting through the door. He heard soft sounds of music filtering through the wood and let out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding.

 

Ah, he’s just in the living room, he thought with relief. 

 

It was probably a bit boring waiting for him to wake up so he didn’t blame Angel for wanting to stretch his legs so to speak. He was just a bit annoyed with his instincts running wild and thinking of the worst possible scenarios when he’d found his mate gone.

 

Satisfied that he knew where he was now, he opened the door to greet his mate.

 

His steps faltered at the sight before him.

 

Of all the things he could have imagined Angel doing, this had certainly been the furthest from his mind.

 

He felt as though he’d gone back in time.

 

The smooth fully healed skin of Angel’s lower back lay uncovered between a scrap of clothing he supposed could count as a brassiere and skin tight exercise pants. He could only guess Angel had been doing some sort of calisthenics. He held a faint memory of Angel wearing something similar in the lobby barely a week ago, and his cock twitched at the memory.

 

There was a strange giant rubber ball that Angel was balancing his front on while the click clack of his phone wafted across the soft carpet. A soft swell of that vile ‘pop’ music, as Angel called it, seemed to be coming from his phone as well. His mate’s neck glistened with a delightful sheen of sweat, a telltale sign that he had been working hard. But at the moment he was distracted, facing away from the bedroom doorway, looking to be on a small break.

 

Alastor crept forward, the sweet smell of his normal aroma mixing with that of his somewhat musky sweat was enticing him in ways he couldn’t begin to comprehend.

 

He felt a bit unnerved by this but ignored it while his instincts compelled him to seek out the lovely aroma and see if it tasted as good as it smelled.

 

Angel was just finishing his yoga routine, lounging with his ass up in the air for a relaxed stretch while his fingers danced across the keyboard of his phone.

 

Cherri had texted back about the song commission, finally, and said she’d found someone who was willing to record it for him. She warned him that the singer and accompanist were doing it in their own style but that other than that it would be exactly like the sheet music said.

 

He thanked her profusely, happy that at least he could surprise Al with something like this and smiled brightly when he thought what his reaction might be.

 

Alastor holding him close… swinging him around while gazing into his eyes like he was something precious…

 

He froze, realizing just how much the thought of Alastor hugging him made those pesky butterflies whip into a frenzy. Just as he was about to straighten himself so he could once again deny his stupid crush, he startled at the warm hands that suddenly gripped him from behind.

 

“Hello, mon biche,” said a silky voice in his ear.

 

Angel felt the heat rush to his face, caught in such a compromising position.

 

Hands traced delicately up his cloth barren sides like hot licks of fire, questing until they firmly took hold of his hips, caressing lightly.

 

“What a sight you make like this… I don’t suppose you’d allow me a taste while you wind down from your…exercise?”

 

Angel trembled on top of his ball. He felt a trickle of shame in how hot he was finding this scenario. Him, stuck over a yoga ball with his ass hanging in midair. Alastor, perched behind him, right between his legs, at the perfect height for him to do whatever he wanted. Completely at his mercy…

 

An embarrassing amount of slick was starting to make its way out of his slit and dampen his panties.

 

Well… why not? He’d come in here to loosen up his muscles after such a strenuous session yesterday. All the days really. His aching muscles had needed to be stretched. But he wasn’t gonna say no to a long-standing fantasy with such a willing partner. An opportunity like this didn’t come all the time, after all. 

 

Mind made up, as if there was any doubt, Angel slowly shimmied his hips while he started to edge his yoga pants down.

 

The hand at his hip grasped his own, halting its progress. He turned around, visibly confused.

 

Did Al not want to do stuff after all? Had he heard only what he wanted to hear?

 

Just as he was about to ask, he released a surprised moan.

 

The fingers that had grasped his hand had released him and started rubbing him through his clothes.

 

“Fuck…” he murmured as his head fell down across the cold surface of the rubber ball.

 

His back arched as Alastor continued his casual exploration with his fingers. The soft fabric slid through his folds easily and he sucked in a breath, trying desperately to hold in his excitement. His pleasure was not only ruining his panties but was now soaking through to the surface of his yoga pants.

 

There was sure to be a wet patch showing and he wondered why Al was drawing this out when he could have removed them already and gone to the real thing.

 

It was with much surprise when his buck started mouthing said wet spot on his pants and Angel’s legs nearly buckled. He could feel the heat of his breath through the few layers of cloth and it was insanely hot.

 

A gasp escaped him when, feeling satisfied with his work, Alastor slid the yoga pants down and made it his mission to suck the remnants of his doe’s pleasure from his next obstacle. His damp panties.

 

The feel of a hot wet tongue sweeping down his slit with only the thin barrier of his previously dry underwear in the way was turning him into a fumbling mess. The wriggling mass was stirring him up into a frenzy of clenching hands and trembling thighs. The heat from that mouth was riling him up so much he felt he might fall off his ball. Thankfully, Alastor could tell from his shivers and shaky legs that he was feeling something to that effect so he firmly held him in place as he ravished his pussy through the slick sodden fabric.

 

Alastor, meanwhile, was perfectly content feasting upon the unique flavor of Angel’s essence. A drug that he couldn’t help coming back to again and again.

His own erection yearned desperately to sink into his mate's delicious heat but he couldn’t help his greed in wanting to savor the proof of his mate’s desire for him. 

 

Having sucked the remnants of spend off of the previously pristine panties, he removed them slowly. The needy whimper that followed only spurred him on to draw it out and relish in his mate’s obscenely attractive sounds.

 

When Angel could finally take no more, he looked back at his buck, eyes wide and pleading.

 

“Please Al…. Please stop teasin me…. I- I need ta feel something in me already… I’m so fuckin hot….”

 

A smug grin stretched across the buck’s face, “Well… how can I say no when you beg so sweetly for me.”

 

Angel’s face scrunched up in playful indignation but just as quickly faded away to pleasure. His eyes closed and he gasped when a wet warmth invaded the folds of his dripping wet pussy. In this position Alastor held the glistening lips of his cunt apart so he could admire it to his heart's content, as well as have the best angle to taste his doe as deeply as he wished. A long drawn out moan tumbled out of the far gone spider when that sinful tongue finally slipped through his sensitive folds, teasing its way to the top of his sex. The feel of it nudging and lapping against his clit made him quickly lose his composure, bolts of electricity rushing through his shuddering frame. 

 

“God yesss,” he hissed out while his fingers scrambled cautiously for a steady hold on the ball. If he wasn’t careful his claws might pop his precarious perch and he wasn’t looking for an unexpected faceplant during sex.

 

Alastor couldn’t get enough of the texture, the aroma of his mate’s desire. Always so copious and intoxicating. 

 

Indulging himself, he pushed farther, his tongue darting in to breach his spider’s slick passage, meeting little resistance.

 

The garbled moan that Angel tried to muffle was rapturous, sending a jolt of pleasure to his own poor neglected arousal. He considered taking care of it himself but nixed that option in favor of eliciting more sweet music from his waiting Doe. He could take care of the needy thing once his mate’s lust had been quenched. His lips turning at the edges, he continued on, focused on turning his mate into a depraved puddle of want.

 

Angel tried to resist the tongue currently whipping him into a frenzy but when it brushed his spongy bundle of nerves he nearly choked. 

 

Alastor felt more than heard the sharp intake of air when he prodded the spongy bit of flesh inside his mate and smirked. Satisfied with his work he pulled back for a much needed breath of air. Right when he was ready to plunge back in for more, something caught his eye. 

 

Something he realized with a jolt of awareness that he’d somehow ignored all this time. 

 

Something he’d neglected for far too long. 

 

How had he avoided lavishing Angel’s other most sensitive area with attention? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it. It just hadn’t been in his line of focus…. Until now. It was quite odd. 

 

With the amount of time he’d taken to thoroughly map out his lover's body, he would have thought he would notice this curious new hole that he’d yet to explore. 

 

Perhaps it was a rut thing…

 

Ah, but no time like the present, he thought with a devilish grin. 

 

Ignorant in the ways of gay sex, other than what Angel had vaguely referenced to him, he wasn’t sure where to start. 

 

He’d fumbled his way through their other sexual encounters without too many mistakes. He supposed he should just follow what his body was telling him.

 

And right now his body was telling him to feel the skin there and see just how pliant it might be to a finger as Angel had previously done to him.

 

Feeling confident in his decision, he lightly trailed a finger down his mate’s backside before circling at his pink puckered rim.

 

Angel stiffened, holding his breath as Alastor explored new territory.

 

Was Al gonna play with his ass?

 

Angel was about to ask before Alastor attempted to push a finger in him.

 

Clutching the ball harshly, he whimpered.

 

Alastor frowned when he met more resistance than he’d anticipated.

 

Thinking fast he quickly plunged his fingers into Angel’s slick passage, gathering as much of the slippery substance on his fingers as possible before heading back to the winking bud.

 

He tried again, spreading some of the lubricating essense around and into the hole, before it finally started to let up.

 

Angel bit his lip, tremors passing through him as he resisted the urge to push back on that finger.

 

It felt like it had been ages since he’d had something in his ass. In actuality his ass had practically been on vacation for a week but the familiar pressure was sending trails of fire to his aching cock.

 

Twisting his finger around, he explored the recesses of his Doe’s other opening. Unfamiliar with this new form of intimacy he wondered if there was something more he should be doing.

 

Once his finger was able to easily go in and out, he added another finger.

 

A wanton moan escaped his mate’s lips, signaling at least he was doing something right and he grinned in satisfaction.

 

He watched Angel’s body closely as he twisted and turned his fingers around. The shivers and subtle movements of his claws made it seem as though Angel were definitely enjoying it but he still hadn’t found what he was looking for.

 

He had remembered when Angel had done this with him and how his doe had found a special spot inside him that made light bleed into his vision.

 

A spectacular sensation.

 

He wanted to bring that same pleasure to Angel.

 

Figuring perhaps he was just searching the wrong way, he started crooking his fingers inside, searching for that same bump.

 

When at last his fingers found purchase against something, he was unprepared for the keening shriek that burst forth from his mate’s lips.

 

“Shit….” His pitched voice mewled out. His face was flushed red and panting heavily under his buck having found his prostate.

 

“So this is what it was, eh?” Alastor said with a silken drawl. 

 

“Do you like me stroking you here, mon biche?” He asked while running a finger firmly along the pulsating node.

 

Angel buried his face in his arms on the ball, the violent tremors wracking his body betraying just how much he loved it. He nodded frantically, not trusting the pathetic whine that was surely in his voice, but wanting desperately to feel those fingers press into him again.

 

A wicked grin spread across his buck's face and he choked on saliva when the fingers started a rhythm in and out of him while brushing that spot inside him with every insertion.

 

He was becoming lightheaded, surely he could come just from this. It had been awhile sure but that just added to his excitement. Especially since in this situation he wasn’t with some fuckhead coworker, or a client who got lucky hitting it. 

 

No, this was with Alastor. 

 

Alastor, whose innocent fascination with the innocuous source of pleasure was both severely pleasing and terrifying. That he could play him like a fiddle despite his inexperience was infuriating but also extremely captivating. His breathing was labored as he struggled to hold onto the ball under his front for dear life. He could feel his arms weakening under the unrelenting pleasure from those fingers, scared that once he came he’d take a nosedive down to the hopefully soft carpet.

 

But Alastor could feel his Doe’s need. Could see the quake in his long yet graceful legs. Feel the full body shivers with each penetration of his fingers. Could hear the sharp intakes of breath every time he stroked that point inside him that made him see stars.

 

He was enthralled by the noises his doe was making, and that he was the cause of it.

 

Sniffing the scent of his mate’s arousal another more deviant thought came to him. 

 

He’d already tasted his dripping wet essence time and time again and loved the heady feeling it gave him. But now here was a new experience. Something he was curious about but would never have dared to try.

 

He wondered what it would taste like…

 

Hoping there would be no qualms of at least having a taste, he slowly removed his fingers to a disappointed mewl from Angel and spread the cheeks as wide as they would allow.

 

He sniffed lightly, not wanting to seem too depraved for doing so but was pleasantly surprised at the lack of smell near his opening. If anything it just smelled like the spend he’d rubbed into it, as well as the natural scent of Angel.

 

Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and flicked it upon the wavering ring of muscle.

 

A hoarse scream reverberated through the quiet room and Alastor jolted as he felt his doe’s cum splatter against the floor, his cock untouched but dribbling the remnants of his spend as he struggled to stay atop his ball.

 

Alastor smiled wide, excited to find this new form of pleasure for his doe. Apparently this was a very sensitive area, one he was more than willing to lavish with attention, if only to hear more sounds of passion between them.

 

So before his Angel could fall from his ball, a snap of his fingers summoned a few tentacles from the floor and adjusted Angel so he could rest comfortably in the same position without fear of falling.

 

Angel was roused from his momentary loss of mental capacities by the feel of slimy appendages holding up his arms gingerly and rearranging his upper chest more comfortably atop the buoyant ball.

 

For a brief moment his thoughts were plagued by fantasies with these slinky black tentacles as the main attraction, but he realized they were there more for use as a utility than for dubious purposes. For now at least.

 

The spider gratefully sank down against squishy things, knowing Alastor would keep him safe with them.

 

His doe, relaxed and waiting, was placed in the same position as before so Alastor could experiment with this new form of pleasure. He reveled in the weak moan he received when his tongue brushed against the sensitive ring of nerves, grinning in amusement at the way his mate’s lower back arched in response. His doe made his surprise well known as he brokenly whined when he forced the tip of his tongue into the snug space until it finally relented.

 

His twitching ears drank in the startled cry when spearing his tongue within his tight passage, alternating small nibbles against his delectable backside while tasting the flesh of his crease.

 

The taste was strange but not altogether unpleasant, just different. More musky, and thick with the natural scent of his mate.

 

In short, immensely addictive.

 

He pistoned his tongue in and out, relishing the panting whimpers and choked sobs of his overwhelmed mate. He tried valiantly to have his unnaturally dexterous tongue reach that same button he’d grown fond of and accepted his triumph when finally a deafening cry came from his doe. 

 

“FUCK! Oh! Hah! Ahn! Please! Please Al! Fuck me already!”

 

His own aching erection was ignored again in favor of hearing those succulent pleas continue. He craved the incoherent moans and subtle shift of his doe’s hips with every drag of his tongue against the sensitive nub.

 

His mate was positively drunken with lust, pressing his hips up against his face accompanied with lewd begging in an attempt to force him even deeper. But it was no use, Alastor would go as leisurely as he pleased, regardless of his doe’s desperate cries.

 

Finally when he feared his spider was at the precipice of another oncoming orgasm he stopped.

 

A petulant whine rang out, his needy spider obviously displeased with his sudden withdrawal.

 

But Alastor merely grinned, leering down greedily at the winking bud.

 

He could tell Angel desperately wanted something else inside him. To be filled to the brim. 

 

He could feel his need deep inside.

 

His hissed through clenched teeth as he brought up his painfully hard erection. His warm hand stroking it firmly to soothe its incessant throbbing.

 

If he didn’t bury himself into his mate soon he just might keel over.

 

His mind was overwhelmed with lust as he rubbed the head of it against his mate’s quivering hole, teasing for the moment.

 

Just as he lined himself up to breach that tight ring of muscle, Angel cried out, “Shit- WAIT! YELLOW! NOT THERE!”

 

The fog of lust slowly dissipated from his eyes and he paused. His hips, which had been poised and ready to drive him inside his mate, fell back in alarm.

 

“Angel…? Are you alright, mon biche? Did I hurt you?!”

 

They hadn’t yet had a yellow command from either of the pair, so Alastor couldn’t help but become fraught with worry that something had gone horribly wrong.

 

“Sorry Smiles…” Angel said awkwardly. He hated stopping in the middle of what would have been their first time doing anal, but as good of a job Alastor had done with the fingering and rim job, there was no way in hell he was taking that monster without proper preparation. 

 

“I’m sorry fa scarin you but as much as I want you ta fuck my ass right now, it’s been at least a week since I’ve had anything bigger than a finger in there. I’m gonna need more prep and actual lube if you wanna fuck me back there.”

 

Alastor faltered, once again cursing the unseemly sizing of his genitalia and how difficult it was to handle at times.

 

Well at least it hadn’t been as bad as he’d feared. 

 

But he was a bit guilty that he’d almost caused his doe unnecessary pain.

 

“My apologies, mon ange. I hadn’t realized… of course it’s no excuse but I would have never-“

 

Angel cut him off seeing the needless guilt in his expression.

 

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s a learnin curve. Ya didn’t know and now ya do, so we can either continue this here and you can go ta town on my pussy, or you can take me to the bedroom and I can try ta find the lube.”

 

Alastor looked from Angel’s puckered red rim to the bedroom, and down to his achingly hard cock. He couldn’t bare to move, he just wanted to buried in his doe already.

 

“I’m sorry Angel, but I’m a bit too far gone to get the lubricant.” He’d be lucky if he could even stand with how painfully aroused he was. 

 

“I’ll be sure to remember that for next time though,” he said with a lascivious purr before plunging deep into his mate’s slick passage. He could feel Angel’s fingers grip tightly to his tentacles, their shared bond allowing him to feel the warmth of his mate’s palms as well as the bite of his claws as he clenched down.

 

Angel’s back arched, almost lifting off the ball as he moaned his praises for the hard cock stretching him wide open.

 

Alastor’s hips were flush against the flesh of his doe’s perfect backside. He flexed his hands over the bountiful globes as he pulled back and thrust forward hard.

 

A content sigh wafted from his lips as he basked in the delicious feeling of his mate wrapped around him.

 

But the tranquility of the moment was quickly broken by the slick slide of Angel’s cunt over his aching cock. His impetuous doe couldn’t help moving his hips to feel that glorious burn as his patience had been worn thin.

 

Alastor’s narrowed eyes feasted possessively on the greedy action, loving his eagerness while also wanting to punish his doe’s lack of restraint. A double edged sword but one he planned to sharpen with his own more pleasurable method.

 

Knowing Angel would continue on unless corrected, he gave him a swift swat to his backside. A ravenous moan was his reward, along with Angel’s cunt clenching around him like a vice grip from the slight pain.

He grit his teeth painfully, trying to hold onto any semblance of control in the exquisitely intense pressure.

What the blazes?!?

 

Alastor knew he shouldn’t be surprised but his eyebrows rose nonetheless. 

 

“Oh? So you like a bit of pain, do you?” He purred to his trembling doe.

 

The silence spoke for itself, as did the red flush that ran up the back of his mate’s neck.

 

Very well.

 

In lieu of a response Alastor leaned back and did just as his doe wished. With every plunge into his mate’s tight channel a resounding smack could be heard as well as Angel’s surprised moans and pleas for more.

 

The feel of Angel’s heat constricting around him every time his hand met the bare flesh of his reddening ass was heavenly. He’d never imagined himself doing something like this to a lover, let alone Angel, but he was quickly finding the action and its accompanying responses addictive.

 

The blooming scarlet across Angel’s bare flesh looked marvelous against his snowy white fur. He had to admit the sight made the beast inside of him very happy, almost as if the redness of his cheeks was yet another marking of his claim. Which he supposed was fairly true, judging by the faint hand mark that was starting to form.

 

Not wanting to inflict too much damage on his already weary mate he stopped his swatting and started smoothing over the abused flesh gently as he rocked into Angel.

 

Angel met his every thrust with gusto, lost in the throes of passion as he mindlessly gyrated back against him to keep that mind numbing pleasure coming.

 

“Such a good doe for me, mon ange,” Alastor said reverently as he caressed reddened cheeks. Leaning forward he started laying kisses against his back while singing his praises.

 

“Did you know I wanted to take you the first moment I saw you in the lobby?”

 

Angel froze, surprise coloring his features.

 

“Yes… the way you stretched, baring yourself to me. It was as though you knew I was there. That you were offering yourself to me. I tried so hard not to give in to temptation, but… then you ran. And I couldn’t let you get away.”

 

Angel moaned pitifully, the words having an obvious effect on him as a fresh wave of precome drooled from his tip.

 

“You are so bewitching, so lovely that even I cannot resist your charms.”

 

“I want to hear your moans, the sounds of pleasure that tempt me so. Make me want to hear more. I can never get enough.”

 

“And your eyes, how they light up when I’ve brought you to the brink of ecstasy, how they shut tight when you finally cross that threshold and can no longer stand the sheer intensity of pleasure which only I can provide.”

 

Sweat dripped down Angel’s brow, completely enamored with Alastor’s words and how much they were affecting him.

 

He hadn’t realized Alastor had been watching him back then. 

 

In a way it made sense, as how else would they have gotten to this point if not for that. He knew Al’s instincts had prompted him to take the initiative but he wondered if anything had changed since then… if there was something more behind bringing him here for his rut. In some ways he wished the week was already over, just so he might glean whether there was anything more. But on the other he wished the week would never end…

 

“Tell me Angel, tell me what you desire.”

 

Angel faltered, wishing to say what he really wanted, but knowing it wasn’t possible.

 

“F-fuck…. A-Alastor… please make me cum…you feel so good a-and god I wanna feel you cum in me so bad…”

 

He wanted to feel claimed, wanted. But from no one else except the man currently worshipping his body. 

 

Angel reached back to thread his fingers in his Buck’s ruby red locks, clenching tight as he felt his unrelenting pace quicken.

 

“Of course, mon biche. Anything you wish…”

 

And with that Alastor drove into him, his pace unyielding and white hot with passion.

 

Feeling the coil in his gut start to tighten he grasped the edge of Angel's chin, stroking along his pristine neck with careful strokes.

 

Turning his head to the side he started mouthing at his neck, placing teasing bites and lavishing the area with hot swipes of his wicked tongue.

 

Angel could only whimper in response, his pussy throbbing as Alastor started to mount him even deeper. His knot pressed into the reddened flesh of his cunt, forcing its way in with a broken moan of approval.

 

His panting breaths gave way to desperate whines as Al’s hips turned erratic, frenzied snaps of his hips signaled Alastor’s approaching release.

 

Finally with a possessive growl Alastor sunk his teeth into Angel’s shoulder, pushing them both over the edge headlong into a mind numbing orgasm.

 

Angel clenched tightly around his buck, loving the feeling of the hot spurts of seed filling him up and the body that rested atop him from behind.

 

It was so warm and comforting. He just wanted to fall asleep like this. But his buck had other ideas.

 

Not wanting to jostle Angel too much, he teleported them to his room and gently maneuvered them so he spooned behind his doe.

 

Moving a strand of hair away from his sweat slicked forehead he breathed a tender kiss upon it.

 

Angel, whose eyes were half shuttered from exhaustion, smiled gently and mumbled, “well Al, ya give quite the workout, maybe next time I decide ta do yoga I can teach you some fun positions.”

 

Alastor smirked at his cheeky mate, “perhaps, although I’m certain you’ll only give me more ideas on how to pleasure you…”

 

Angel huffed a soft laugh, “That’s the idea, Smiles. Anyway, ya know I’m gonna need ta get clean lata, maybe we can have a nice relaxing bath and then I’ll cook ya up somethin fa dinner.”

 

Alastor quite liked that idea. His knot would go down soon enough and then he’d lavish his doe with a relaxing bath before dinner.

 

In the meantime they’d have a quick lunch of sandwiches, made by Bouclier, while they waited.

 

They ate the plain sandwiches, thankful that it wasn’t too difficult for the shadow and finally separated once Alastor’s knot had deflated.

 

Angel readied himself to go to the bath but was annoyed when his legs shook as he went to stand.

 

Seeing the stress and irritation blemish his doe’s features he swiftly picked him up and carried him off to the bath.

 

Angel’s eyes drifted closed, content that his buck would take care of him while they washed, and wondered for the hundredth time how he’d come to deserve such a wonderful mate.

Notes:

I wanted to thank Scorpius_wears_short_skirts for the creation of "Hissy Missy" and @AkireRosales for bringing her to life in art/comic.

Also thank you to Ricy for helping with the French translations, you are fucking awesome!

AHHHHH FANART!!!!
Thank you to @TheImpennis for this AMAZING Art of the chapter!

Translations:

“Si mon maître me le permettait, je te ferais des choses bien plus délicieuses, mon cœur.” - If my master would allow me, I would do much more delicious things to you, my heart.

“Pas maintenant, imbécile,” - Not now, moron/idiot

"il est encore en convalescence et fais gaffe à ce que tu lui dit." - he’s still recovering and be careful what you tell him.

"Réveille toi, mon coeur~" - Wake up, my darling

"Oh, je vais te donner plus qu'un pourboire, mon cher." - Oh I would give you more than a tip, my dear.

"Comporte-toi bien et je penserais peut-être à le partager avec toi." - Behave and I will maybe think about sharing him with you.

"Oui Maître.” - Yes Master.

"As tu vraiment besoin de te coller à lui pendant qu'il mange?" - Do you really need to hold him while he's eating?

“Eh bien, nous ne voudrions pas qu’il se blesse maintenant, n’est-ce pas?” - Well, we wouldn’t want him to get hurt now, would we?

Chapter 19: Sharing is Caring, it can be fun

Notes:

Woof it's been a minute! I swear I still write this... I'm just a slow motherfucker 😂😅
I'd like to say that life got in the way and for the most part it did with moving and such, but also I just hit a hardcore writers block, which is crazy cause I have a whole outline and everything! It's just filling in the in between that's been a bit difficult as of late. So sorry about that... I can assure you I have a lot of stuff written down, just not in cohesive chapters. I'll try harder to get my shit together XD

For this chapter we got some more background on Husk and Niffty :D more lovey dovey, and some sexy times with a certain shadow ;3

Enjoy!~

The bath was the perfect temperature, soothing his aches and pains while Alastor gently washed away any grime or sweat that had accumulated from their impromptu mating.

 

Angel sat between Alastor’s legs, leaning back against his chest. Wet tendrils of white brushed against Alastor’s collarbone softly, the feeling chasing away the dull itch of his rut.

 

Moments like this where the rut was satiated and only a calm sense of peace remained were so important to him. Alastor’s hands were wrapped snugly around his Doe’s waist, drifting lazily through the warm water and skimming along the smooth surface of his skin reverently.

 

He wondered vaguely if he would have accepted this sort of closeness with Angel before finding out that he was his mate. Or if he still would have rejected it based on his general sense of unease surrounding physical touch.

 

In any case right now he felt more comfortable holding someone than he had in his entire life and afterlife.

 

As reluctant as he was to break the tranquil peace they shared, he needed to get Angel and himself out and dried before they became a pair of prunes. Once he made sure Angel was cleaned thoroughly, he lifted the pouting spider out, dried them and placed Angel in bed for some much needed rest.

 

Angel made as if to protest but Alastor reasoned with him that he had been pushing him particularly hard these past couple of days so any sort of reprieve was necessary.

 

The sulking spider slumped, hating being confined to a bed but grudgingly accepted the lagging weight in his bones eventually.

 

“Fine, but I’m still makin dinner. Been wantin ta make ya somethin for awhile. Ain’t fancy or nothin, but you and Bou have been cookin fa me all the time and I want a turn.”

 

Touched with his mate’s generosity, Alastor smiled gently and nodded. Dinner wouldn’t be for a few hours at least so he’d have plenty of time to rest up.

 

Apparently though this was a harder task than he’d assumed.

 

After about 10 minutes of awkward tossing and turning Alastor looked pleadingly at his doe. Angel propped himself up against the pillows and just shrugged. 

 

“Sorry but I just ain’t sleepy right now.”

 

Sure his body felt like it could sink into the cushions forever but his mind was alert and responsive, probably an aftereffect of the yoga he’d done earlier.

 

The buck was flummoxed but shrugged indifferently when Angel just stared at him with those dazzling pink jewels, his doe’s demeanor clearly amused with the turn of events.

 

Well… sleep wasn’t required, perhaps he’d want to do something else to pass the time.

 

When asked, Angel's face suddenly brightened and a twinkle filled his mischievous eyes.

 

“Come ta think of it, y’know I’ve always wondered somethin about you but neva had the guts ta ask. And with ya comments earlier about ‘ stalkin’ me in the lobby I think this is as good an openin as I’m evah gonna get.”

 

Alastor blushed profusely at his bringing up his rut-induced insanity of watching Angel’s every movement that day. He was still particularly embarrassed how uncouth it was for him to do so, but now… he was curious. Just what sort of question did he have in mind?

 

“Since you’ve obviously seen me doin stretches in the lobby I was wonderin’… did ya evah catch me doin anythin’ naughty anywhere else?”

 

Alastor froze, his eyes wide and nervous. He hadn’t expected that….

 

“Judgin by the look on ya face I’ll take that as a yes. But…. If ya evah saw or heard me, what’d ya do?”

 

Alastor tried mightily to hold back the irrational jealousy the possessive beast inside of him prompted. It was bad enough he had to remember those times right now, even more so when he recalled them and realized he… had acted unlike himself during those times as well.

 

He wasn’t particularly keen on hearing or watching anyone have intercourse in general, and in those times that he heard Angel with someone else he’d run off in irritation. Of course, he’d always assumed the reasoning was because he didn’t want his day ruined by the ridiculously ill-placed timing with their fornication. 

 

But looking back on it now… he realized he’d also been a bit more annoyed at the faceless intruder who had taken his companions' time that could be better spent talking at the bar, or joining in on Charlie’s team building exercises.

 

Had he been… jealous?!? 

 

Even back then???

 

No… that was ridiculous, laughable even. Truly an irrational thought…

 

But even more heat flooded his face when he remembered the few times he’d caught the arachnid alone.

 

A flood of embarrassment had rushed through him when hearing the spider's sultry moans in the sanctity of his own room and he’d been ashamed to find his feet wouldn’t budge for at least a few seconds more than necessary. It was improbable that he was that shocked by the sounds, after all he knew it was part of his profession and he’d heard others in similar situations before and had had no such compunctions with walking away then. But… something about those few instances with Angel was different. Somehow he’d been intrigued, curious even of what lay on the other side of the door. 

 

But propriety got the best of him every time and he’d quickly snap himself away, if only to avoid meeting others in such an emotionally unkempt state.

 

There’d been no reason before to believe that it was anything other than a rich sense of embarrassment for someone he considered at least a friend. But….knowing what he did now… perhaps he was wrong in that assessment. Maybe there was more lurking in him than he’d originally thought….

 

Angel stared at the silent man, who appeared to be deep in thought.

 

Did I break him? Angel thought with a questioning tilt of his head.

 

“Ahem, earth ta Smiles? Ya good there, Al?”

 

Alastor blinked slowly as he came back to the present, wiping the remnants of his contemplative look from his face.

 

“I’m fine, mon cher. Just…ah… thinking about some things.”

 

And analyzing my questionable behavior….

 

The spider looked on curiously, awaiting his answer.

 

Clearing his throat as a means to calm his frayed nerves he said, “to answer your question, yes I have come upon you in…. Delicate situations with others. To be honest this is not a conversation I think we should be having while my rut is still as fervent as it is but I will be quick.”

 

Angel winced a bit, knowing Alastor was right and maybe he should have thought about it before he asked. But it was too late now and he knew his curiosity wouldn’t be sated until he had his answer.

 

“I have never cared for finding people in compromising situations, especially those of a sexual nature. So as with any other 

person, any time I ran into you and someone else participating in those… acts, I left as quickly as possible. I have no desire to see that sort of thing within the hotel.”

 

Angel could understand that. It wasn’t like he did it in public often, but some of his Johns liked to be a little adventurous and the quicker he got 'em off, the faster he’d be done for the day.

 

But he could tell from the shifty eyes pointedly staring at everything but him that Alastor, while no doubt embarrassed, was also withholding something.

 

Alastor breathed a sigh of relief. He’d managed to say it in a way that didn’t betray what he’d realized while also avoiding the other incidents that would be harder to explain. 

 

Angel chewed at his bottom lip thoughtfully, wracking his mind for what he’d missed.

 

“Ok yah, sorry about that… I normally keep it in my room but some fellas get a little testy and jump the gun. I don’t mean ta do it, but most a my clients would probably throw a bitch fit if I said no ta somethin like that. But you’ll be happy ta know I’ve been tryin ta stop takin clients at the hotel. Shit was gettin too hard and Charlie didn’t like it so I told her I’d stop.”

 

A rush of relief filled the stag, and he felt himself turning overjoyed at the prospect of never having to see those vile men that so often took advantage of his doe.

 

If I ever see one again I swear I’ll make an example out of them…

 

“Ain’t stopping me from havin a little fun myself though,” Angel murmured just loud enough for Alastor’s twitching ears to hear.

 

Angel laughed a bit, imagining Vaggie coming to his room expecting his sounds to be the product of a forbidden tryst only to find him taking care of business himself. 

 

Looking toward Alastor, he felt the last piece drop into place.

 

A furious red had overtaken the man’s features and he had a strained smile on his face.

 

Angel smirked, knowing he’d hit paydirt.

 

“What’s that look for Al? You evah listen ta me when I was alone?”

 

He could see the sudden stiffness in the buck's limbs, but it was the ears that really did him in. They were folded down against his head, in that adorably guilty admission sort of way.

 

“Hey I ain’t kink shamin ya or nothin, this is just plain curiosity.”

 

The Buck’s pose relaxed somewhat but he could still feel the tension in the air as he regarded the nervous man.

 

“I just… think it mighta been interestin if ya heard me doin stuff, that’s all…s’not like ya haven’t heard it in person now anyways…” Angel said as nonchalantly as he could. He watched Alastor out of the corner of his eye, wondering how he’d react.

 

It wasn’t a secret that Alastor had been very uncomfortable with sexual things being discussed, heard, or seen before their little staycation. But now that he knew certain things, mainly that he was Alastor’s soulmate, a small part of him hoped that there were signs he just hadn’t seen before. 

 

That there could be a chance for them past the rut. 

 

And then an even larger part chastised him for getting his own hopes up, knowing he couldn’t have what he wanted because of past choices and contracts he couldn’t break.

 

But in this space, in his bubble, he disregarded the naysayer and focused on what he wanted. What he hoped was true…

 

The pink staining his buck’s cheeks was a good sign he supposed. Based on this week's past experiences it meant Alastor was flustered and shy about his response. Why be shy if he absolutely hated what he heard?

 

“W-well,” the normally eloquent man started, “I did happen upon your room once or twice when you were… ahem preoccupied. But, although I did hear things and grew a bit curious… I never would have done anything about it. No siree, you have my word on that.”

 

Expecting a look of relief on his doe, he was dismayed instead to find him slump in place, his face wilting into disappointment.

 

Hoping to fix his error in judgment, he quickly clarified, “However! I… I’d never stuck around that long before. Normally I would leave as quickly as possible but, not in those moments…”

 

A small spark caught ablaze at his words, the crestfallen face turning back to one of soft bashfulness.

 

Soft pink swept across his doe’s cheeks as he turned his head away shyly.

Pretty as a picture, Alastor thought with a wistful sigh. A Strange warmth invaded his heart and Alastor paused to ruminate its meaning. Quickly he willed it away so he might once again focus his attention on his doe.

Still a bit shy, Angel decided to change the subject so he might compose himself, “So uh… you wanna play a game or somethin?”

 

Alastor brought out a dazzling smile, “That sounds lovely, mon biche. What did you have in mind?”

They ultimately decided on a rousing game of checkers as Angel abhorred Chess.

‘What do the little horse guys even do?’

And he refused to play poker with him again, seeing as he’d lost enough times last time to know he’d been playing against someone who let him win in the past, puffing up his ego far more than he deserved.

 

But checkers was the perfect compromise. It was easy to understand and they both had an equal amount of experience with it, both having played it growing up.

 

“So I’ve always wondered, how exactly did ya come by gettin contracted with Husky and Niffty?”

 

Alastor’s fingers paused on the smooth wooden grain of the checker he’d been about to move. 

 

Angel was surprised to find a fleeting look of sadness pass over him that faded away almost immediately.

“Well, I suppose both came upon me by sheer happenstance. I never went out of my way to contract people with the sort of servitude in mind that Husker and Niffty possess. In fact, usually when I made deals with people it involved them receiving what they wanted and once completed their soul would join my pool of shadows, making me stronger and that much more capable of protecting myself. Granting living contracts in which the sinner would keep their individualism and physical forms was taboo, nigh unspeakable to me. But…. I suppose I’d found something in both of them that stayed my hand and made me want to be able to call upon them for their unique talents instead.”

Alastor moved his checker forward and jumped two of his own, taking them off the board.

Angel’s interest was piqued. Not just at the fact that Alastor could apparently turn other sinners into a power source for himself but that he’d changed his mind when it came to the others.

“Really?... so what was it about them that stopped ya?”

 

The buck’s brow furrowed as a memory resurfaced from long ago when he’d first met the surly card shark.

The cat had been playing a round of poker, making the most obvious of tells. Scratching his head when he had a good hand, rubbing his nose when he didn’t. If Alastor had been any other man he might have fallen for it. But he could smell a hustler a mile away, and a fellow overlord too. The scent of hidden power had wafted off of the lowly cat like a subtle jab to his side. He wondered just how these miscreants he played with couldn’t tell, but chalked it down to the difference between himself and the less fortunate common sinner that couldn’t be bothered with recognizing true talent.

Watching from afar, he grinned as the false feline lost yet another hand. The sadistic joy on the other sinners faces was obvious, leering at the supposed flatfoot chump that came in with too much money and not enough sense. But he knew better.

As the cat stood to end the night with what little earnings he still had, the others clamored for him to stay, his new fake compatriots wishing to drain the poor rube dry.

It was only when the cat reluctantly sat back down that Alastor felt the curious shift in him. The spark of greed and pride that was prevalent in his face when, not having much to lose, he bet the rest of his money on his hand. ‘I’m all in,’ he’d said. And the idiotic flock followed suit, unable to smell the blood in the water.

Sure enough when the cards were revealed the impish grin on the cat said everything. 

 

Never trust good luck in hell.

Alastor felt a camaraderie with this man, not just for their similarities in power, but because he hadn’t  felt the excitement of such a match to his wits in quite some time.

He decided then and there that he wanted to play against him. Mostly for entertainment, but being a betting man he assumed he’d have to put something valuable at stake.

Although Husker was certainly an expert at hustling people, his intuition regarding danger needed vast improvement.

It was almost as if he could sense Alastor wanted to play with him, to challenge his power in a game of chance. His reckless nature was showcased for all to see as he decided to go up against the infamous Radio Demon.

They’d met at an empty poker table, making small talk before Husker got to brass tacks.

Although his tattered coat didn’t scream luxury, there was an air about this fluffy weirdo that exuded pomposity and riches. Something Husk was unable to pass up.

So they made a bet.

Husk had offered money, to which the man had scoffed and said he wasn’t interested in something as paltry as material wealth. That had confused him greatly and should have been his first warning that something dangerous lay beneath the tattered ends of his ruby red coat. But he was stubborn and foolhardy. He didn’t care what they bet on, as long as he got to beat this bastard into the ground. Show him just how big of a game he could play and wipe that unnervingly smug smile off his face. When he mentioned betting a soul for a soul that should have been the point of no return. He should have turned away and left for good. But he liked a challenge, and no way would this clown ever beat him in something he was born to play.

But that’s the crux of it.

No matter how good you think you are, there will always be someone better.

And this was no exception.

The blood in his veins froze as the final card dropped from his gloved rival’s hand.

Full house beats Straight.

How?

He’d lost.

The tremor in his paw as he signed his soul away belied his fury and anguish, but he’d been warned. His meager powers remained but at the cost of his freedom.

For a time Husk hadn’t been willing to speak to Alastor, only granting grunts of acknowledgement whenever the latter had deigned to give him any orders. But that eventually receded as curiosity overrode his wish for vengeance. He couldn’t help wondering just how Alastor had won… and at least he wasn’t a shadow and didn’t lose the little power he held like what he heard usually happened to those that made a deal with the infamous Radio Demon.

After that a strained friendship had emerged and despite their lukewarm beginnings it had slowly grown over time into one of mutual respect. Alastor hadn’t asked Husker to do anything for him in quite some time until the hotel had opened and rather than seeing it as a burden to him, he knew Husker truly appreciated all that he’d experienced in his year at the hotel.

As he finished relaying the story to Angel he was flummoxed by the expression his doe wore.

It looked almost sad.

“What is it, mon ange?”

 

Angel floundered, fiddling with his checker piece before eventually looking up at Alastor with gentle concern.

“Did ya ever- no… were you lonely back then, Al?”

 

Alastor jolted, not having expected such a question.

Had he been lonely?…… he hadn’t really ever considered it before but perhaps, yes . The only person he’d deemed appropriate to speak to was Rosie at the time, but she had her own life and was far too busy with her own overlord duties, taking care of cannibal colony, and her fashion boutique to have regular visits with him. Plus the chance of meeting someone new who didn’t immediately recoil in fear or walk the other way was close to none. Thus was the reputation of the Radio Demon.

So…. maybe he was.

“I hadn’t really thought about it….why do you ask?”

 

Angel patted the side of the bed next to him, silently beckoning him forth. Alastor took the hint and sat beside him as Angel cocooned him securely in a comforting hug. The buck wasn’t sure if this was more for Angel's benefit or his own, but it still felt nice all the same.

“Well…it’s just, with that story it sounds like ya just wanted a friend.”

Alastor balked at the suggestion that he was pitiful enough to have to force someone to be his friend.

Angel felt the sudden rigidness in his frame and scrambled to explain.

“I-I mean not that it’s a bad thing! Everyone gets lonely sometimes.”

 

Gingerly, he clung to Alastor’s waist, nuzzling the warm skin there apologetically as he remembered his own stretch of loneliness.

 

“Hell… afta I signed up with Val I neva thought I’d make friends. There were people that I thought I could trust but it always turned out wrong. I neva reached out ta people since I was stuck in a pool of snitchy bitches that just wanted ta ride that asshole’s dick. It wasn’t until I met Cherri on a date with a client that I finally found someone I could talk to. Someone I could relate to who didn’t give a shit about makin nice with Val. I can’t blame ya fa wantin that kinda security…”

 

Alastor brushed the fringe away from his Doe’s somber eyes. His heart bled for everything his mate had been made to endure because of the cockroach. He just hadn’t realized how their situations were so alike, and yet so different. 

 

Feeling maybe he’d revealed too much, Angel huffed out a laugh as he hurriedly wiped his eyes, “And I guess it ain’t all ya fault when Husk coulda said no to the bet. But anyway… maybe ya just wanted a friend that you knew you could trust. Even though that trust was basically forced. Just makes me a little sad… like, I wish I’d a known you back then so I coulda been your friend…”

Alastor felt an uncharacteristic bit of loathing for his choices. He too wished that were the case. But where they were now was not all bad. He had his doe in his arms, he had a close friend in Husker and Niffty, and for once in his life he didn’t feel the cold emptiness he sometimes felt on lonely nights.

Relaxing into his mate’s warm embrace, he nuzzled the soft wisps of white curls that smelled of sweet spice and sighed.

“I… find myself wishing that too…” he said quietly.

“But there’s no use rueing things in the past. No, instead looking to the future is what we must endeavor to do. Things are not so bad right now, and I couldn’t be happier with how things have ended up for me, here… with you.”

He couldn’t see the blazing blush staining Angel’s cheeks nor hear the racing heartbeat at his soft confession.

He’s making it really hard to ignore this stupid crush…

In an effort to calm the thudding in his chest he continued, “S-so… what about Niffty then?”

 

The buck faltered there, unsure how to begin.

 

“Ah yes, Niffty…. In contrast to Husker she was of a different sort. She actually sought me out for a deal.”

 

Pink eyes flew wide open, not having expected such a response.

 

Why the hell would anyone ever approach an overlord for a deal?!?

Alastor hadn’t noticed Angel’s bewilderment at the news so he continued on, unphased.

 

“The first time I saw her she was a timid little thing. Probably dropped down recently as she’d not had much experience in hell and wore the tattered remains of what I suppose she wore in life. Upon seeing the lecherous looks she was receiving from the multitude of reprobates passing by, I found myself summoning a new outfit for her to cover her modesty.”

 

Angel’s eyebrows knit together in sympathy. He knew what it was like to have people staring at you like that… Not a pleasant feeling and even more so for someone like Niffty who might not be able to defend herself as easily.

 

“She’d looked up at me then, a stranger gifting her with such kindness, and asked my name. We made our introductions and I asked her if she was going somewhere in particular so I might accompany her. I was worried for her safety and my mother taught me to be a gentleman. She would have chastised me fiercely if I had not offered my assistance in helping the young woman get to her home safely. I think Niffty could feel my concern though so she gladly accepted but said she didn’t have anywhere to go.”

 

Alastor’s smile dipped as he recalled the faraway look on his charge’s face. The lack of confidence in her stride as though wanting to drag out their walk as long as possible.

 

“She was a lost soul without a purpose, wandering around barely making ends meet. She followed me back to my radio tower and asked if I needed any assistance. I assured her I was perfectly fine but she seemed… troubled. She was frightened, as much as she tried to hide it, to return back to the tumultuous streets of hell. She asked if there was any way I might help her grow stronger, learn to protect herself, and be protected in the meantime.”

 

“Of course my first thought was a deal. It would give her legitimate protections from other overlords as well as the hellish populace but for the first time in decades, I hesitated. It didn’t seem right to trap her in a contract, which confused me greatly. I’d never had compunctions about such a thing before, after all I was providing my services for an equally valuable resource. It was fair. But still… I considered keeping her on as a maid while I helped her with those things but after telling her the pros and cons of both options she opted for the contract.”

 

The spider’s jaw dropped.

 

He supposed she had her reasons and… her reasons were somewhat similar to his own when he first dropped down to hell, but to hear the full extent of a contract and choose it was just plain crazy.

 

“So you were straight with her about everything? That she was gonna give you her soul and be stuck with eternal servitude and she still said yes?!?”

 

Alastor nodded solemnly. 

 

“Trust me, I was as clueless as you. I’m wary of easy prey, usually it’s too good to be true. But genuinely she just wanted to live out the rest of her life without fear. I suppose I can’t blame her for that and perhaps she trusted me. Far too much in my opinion, but nonetheless I kept my word.”

 

“She’s had a rough time, and I won’t get into it as that is her story to tell,” he said as Angel opened his mouth to question further, “but I have helped her reach the goals she wanted. She’s more confident now, able to fend for herself when she wants to venture out, and if she ever has need of me for protection or what have you, I am able to sense it. Though she hasn’t needed my protection in quite some time.”

 

Thinking back on it she was now perfectly self sufficient. When he’d originally taught her how to defend herself he wasn’t sure if she would be able to, but now she was as formidable with a knife as he was in life. She was a devilish little darlin and her streak of sadistic madness rivaled his own at times, hidden by her cheerful attitude. He was  proud of how far she had come since that first day.

“So, she’s kinda like a little sista or somethin?”

 

Angel was confused by the dynamics of their relationship. Alastor had always been closer to Husk and Niffty than the rest of them but by how much he had never known. He, of course knew they were contracted souls, but actually wanting to spend time with their contract holder had been such a foreign thought he assumed they were just really good at holding in their negative feelings. To hear after all this time that the crazy little cyclops willingly gave her soul to Alastor despite the danger of his previous contracted souls' fates was shocking to say the least. And that Husk had eventually become begrudging friends with the maniacal deer was equally surprising. Of course after getting to know the man himself, he could see why it had ended up like it had. But he was surprised to feel a small bit of jealousy flood him. 

 

Why couldn’t he have contracted with someone like Alastor…. Someone who wouldn’t degrade him, abuse him, force him to-

 

He willed the stinging contempt in him to settle, not willing to upset Alastor or have him misconstrue his reactions. 

 

He was happy for them, honest. That they could have someone like Alastor for their contract holder…. But he couldn’t help wondering just how deep their friendships ran.

 

“So, now I’m curious. Since you all are buddy buddy now, if either of them wanted out of the contract… would ya let em?”

 

He waited for the fury, the outrage at such an insane question. For what kind of overlord would willingly let his contracted sinners go?

 

But there was only silence.

 

Angel looked up, his inquisitive gaze piercing the stoic mask that Alastor wore. 

 

Maybe he was out of line for asking but he was legitimately curious. 

 

Alastor’s eyes fell down to the bedspread, concentration dotting his brow.

 

He spoke quietly, his voice only slightly wavering in the silent room, “if either of them ever wished to leave my contract it would be a discussion surely…… but, depending on the justification, if it were a reasonable request I would be amenable…. and wish them well on whatever may lie ahead.”

 

He heard the pain in his bucks voice as he admitted he would let them go. His reluctance was honest but he could see how truly he cared for his friends. And so much appreciation welled within him at the thought.

 

He snuggled further into his warmth, offering what comfort he could. He knew it was only a hypothetical but when the day came that they decided they wanted to leave, Angel vowed he would be there for his buck, his friend, his mate.

 

“I’m sure they’d appreciate that Al… and seeing how close you guys are I’m sure that even without the contract they would stay. If ya love something ya let it go. If it comes back then you know.”

 

Alastor huffed a laugh, the lighthearted comment pulling him back up from his melancholy. 

 

“Perhaps you’re right, mon ange,” he said, a small smile forming on his face, “I’m a selfish man but I admit, I’ve held a soft spot for my charges for quite some time.”

 

“Even though that day may be far off or may never even come to pass I’m just glad to have people like them and… you in my life.”

 

Angel wanted to kiss him. The urge was burning in his every orifice, but… that might suggest ulterior feelings that he didn’t want Alastor to know or even think about.

 

So he just closed his eyes and buried his head deep into Alastor’s chest, hoping to hide himself away from that revealing gaze.

 

Alastor didn’t need to hear anything to know his doe had appreciated his answer. So instead he stroked gently through Angel’s hair, content with just holding him while they sat in a comfortable silence.

 

After some time Angel emerged from the safety of his arms and gave him an unreadable look. His eyelids drooped as he stared at Alastor’s lips, the longing clear to see. They drifted together slowly, eyelashes gently descending, until their lips met. 

 

A spark of fireworks tingled against soft yielding lips as they kissed, the addictive sensation coaxing them close. A yearning tongue teased against Alastor’s lips and he eagerly welcomed it, wanting more than ever to feel close to his angel.

 

Angel melted when Alastor licked into his mouth, their tongues languidly intertwining, a mixture of arousal and something else pooling in them both. 

 

When they finally broke apart for much needed air, both blushed, embarrassed and uncertain where the impromptu kiss came from.

 

Before Alastor could ask about it, Angel spoke up, “So it’s gettin kinda close ta dinner time, guess I betta get started.”

 

Angel stood with newfound determination and quickly walked out the door, surprising the poor confused buck. 

 

Alastor had noticed his mate’s voice was strained but he supposed he might be a bit wound up by the kiss. He had to admit he was the same. Although he found that while the lingering kiss wasn’t as passionate or heated as some of their others this one felt… more.

 

He couldn’t articulate precisely what but for now he would let sleeping dogs lie. 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Alastor was feeling a bit restless. It had only been about half an hour but the longer Angel was away, the more he could feel the gnawing itch of his rut. He didn’t feel any stirrings from the beast within but he could definitely feel the effects of the fire pooling in his gut, and the offensive stiffness that came along with it.

 

He wasn’t sure how most people dealt with these sort of impromptu situations on the regular. Did most men just hide it until it went away on its own, or did they take care of it themselves?

 

In any case it was starting to get very irritating and he wondered vaguely how mad Angel might be if he snuck into the kitchen, just to be near him.

 

After the third time trying to cross his legs without any awkward rubbing he huffed angrily and donned his comfortable sweats before shuffling off towards the wonderful smell of frying meat and spices.

 

Angel wiped his brow as he finished adding his garlic, basil, and oregano to his simmering dish of Polpette. The tomato sauce bubbled gently around the frying meatballs simmering atop the stove and he smiled with pride. It smelled amazing, so close to how his mother used to make it.

 

He was startled when the door to his side suddenly opened and Alastor stood in the doorway, eyes riveted to him.

 

“…what?” He asked, confused and just a bit miffed that Alastor would interrupt him while he was cooking.

 

He watched as the eyes traveled downward taking in his attire with a shiver to his frame.

 

Oops… he’d been in such a hurry to leave earlier he’d completely forgotten to get dressed after their bath. As it was, there he stood only draped in a comical apron of Al’s that read ‘Don’t kiss the cook’. He didn’t think Al would have kept it when he gave it to him as a joke during their first Christmas at the hotel but he’d been surprised to find it draped on a hook inside of the small attached pantry. 

 

Just chalk it up to another welcome surprise. 

 

But back to the present, his eyes wandered over Alastor’s stiff frame down to the prominent tenting of his baggy sweats.

 

Ah, he’s horny, Angel thought with a small bit of amusement.

 

“Eh… sorry. I forgot ta put on clothes. Look just give me like… 15 minutes for the meatballs ta simmer and then I’ll help ya out.”

 

He turned back to the covered pan, intent on checking to make sure nothing was burning when firm hands grasped his hips from behind.

 

A small gasp left him when an increasingly warm body pressed up against him, a cloth covered hardness lodging itself between his thighs teasingly.

 

“I’m not sure I’m able to wait that long, mon ange,” said a silky voice in his ear. Reverent kisses trailed softly down the side of his face, wrapping around to press against the nape of his neck.

 

As much as he loved what was happening right now, his inner Italian raged against ruining perfectly good food for sex.

 

So just as he set himself to gently move himself away from Alastor, away from temptation, the man decided to fight dirty and shifted a hand under his apron. 

 

“Ah!”

 

Those deviant hands started stroking across his stomach and palming the swell of his breast, tweaking and plucking while he squirmed back against the hard plane of Alastor’s chest. 

 

The buck meanwhile was completely overcome with his desire for the temptuous vixen in his grasp. The smell of his doe enraptured him, far more than the admittedly delightful fragrance of meat cooking nearby. His nose greedily breathed in the enticing scent of his mate, feeding the hungry beast inside.

 

“You smell good enough to eat, mon biche…” he mumbled as his lips mouthed at his mate’s pulse point, making his knees quake.

 

“I- fuck… I gotta make sure the- shit, the meat is cookin right. Please Al- ah! Mmph- don’t let the food burn…”

 

He struggled to speak through his buck’s thorough seduction. 

 

A snap was heard and Angel’s eyes lost their focus as Bouclier appeared before them looking all the world like a kid in a candy store. The excited gleam in the shadow’s eye would have been cute if not for the much more manic smile on his face. Angel wasn’t sure if he should be scared or aroused. 

 

Probably both in this case.

 

“Finissez de cuisiner puis vous pourrez venir nous rejoindre,” Alastor said to his counterpart while he stroked delicately along the soft skin of his mate’s hip.

 

Vaguely aware of the hypnotic and sexy words pouring out of his buck’s mouth, he missed the way Bou’s eyes widened exponentially before he sped off to apparently handle the food.

 

Angel unconsciously leaned back, exposing more of his neck for Alastor to explore as the man continued to wreak havoc across his goose ridden flesh.

 

Wandering hands eventually found their way to his straining erection, a wet spot appearing where the tip met the flimsy scrap of apron he wore. At least it was efficient.

 

Wrapping a hand firmly around it Alastor stroked leisurely, a shaky groan escaping his doe’s treacherous mouth as he placed open mouthed kisses along the snowy expanse of his neck.

 

He tasted wonderful, spice and sweet warring on his tongue as he resisted the urge to sink his teeth into the supple flesh.

 

Perhaps later, but right now he could smell the enchanting aroma of his Doe’s lust and he was ravenous for a taste.

 

One hand still stroking Angel’s hardness, the other trailed down until it met the top of his dripping sex. His fingers dipped down, lightly caressing the small bundle of nerves that always evoked such beautiful sounds to fall from his doe’s lips.

 

Today was no different as Angel whimpered and lolled his head to the side, panting into his neck.

 

“Shit… Al…”

 

There was a waver in his Doe’s voice that brought an all too satisfied smirk to his face. He loved hearing how desperately Angel craved his touch. The yearning he could see in the shivers that ran along his frame every time his finger skimmed along sensitive white fur.

 

Of course he was more than happy to accept such a request.

 

“Dinner isn’t ready yet but I do believe I could partake in such a delectable appetizer.”

 

So, while reluctant, he regretfully released the throbbing length and instead placed his hand on Angel's back. He used it to gently guide his mate down over the counter, nudging himself between long luxurious legs, spreading them wide open for a better view.

 

Scrabbling hands clutched to the edge of the counter as the spider watched Alastor get in position.

 

A mewl of disappointment couldn’t help escaping him when the glorious pressure of Alastor’s hand had left him, but being bent over the counter like this was even more exhilarating. 

 

He held his breath while he watched Alastor get on his knees behind him, rigid cock straining against the loose material of his sweats. He wondered vaguely how the hell he’d managed to snag someone that always took care of him first, ignoring their own needs and focusing on his. Those sorts of fella’s were practically non-existent, at least for him.

 

But maybe that was just Al…. 

 

He guessed it didn’t hurt that Alastor was a good guy and also his soulmate but…. 

 

His train of thought was cut off abruptly when he felt a single finger sweep through the sodden lips of his eager pussy.

 

“Fuuuuckk….” He whined out as the finger started nudging through his folds, spreading his essence over the surrounding area generously. A thumb firmly massaging his clit had his head drop to the countertop with a dull thump, a loud moan tearing through the sound of cooking food in the background.

 

Smirking behind him Alastor took in a greedy breath, practically salivating at the delicious scent of his mate’s excitement. As if magnetized, his mouth was pulled to Angel’s glistening slit, tongue tasting the ambrosial essence while the spider attempted to keep a hold of himself.

 

Knees quaked and bunched together as Alastor plundered his pussy, rubbing and stroking his hips as a sign of comfort.

 

When the wriggling mass of flesh finally dipped into his tight passage Angel let out a longing whine, wishing for something far bigger to replace it.

 

There were no rational thoughts in his head as Alastor’s mouth feasted on him, drawing out the most debased sounds from him. 

 

After his legs almost gave out on him his buck paused, pulling back to give him a reprieve. Or so Angel thought.

 

“Si vous avez terminé, vous pouvez le servir de face. Soyez prudent avec lui,” Alastor called out to the side as Bou came into view. The sizzling had died down as the shadow carefully set the food aside for later and walked over to them slowly.

 

Seconds ticked by while Angel’s length bobbed high above the cold tile, droplets of his excitement marring the otherwise spotless floor. He ached fiercely and longed desperately for some sort of friction, anything really.

 

When the shadow finally stopped in front of him he swallowed heavily as he took in its expression. 

 

Bou looking positively feral, a look of hunger on his face so intense that it made a fresh gush of slick emerge, only to be caught by Alastor with a deafening hum of satisfaction.

The shadow’s grin widened, its eyes lustful and possessive as it watched Angel’s reaction with an almost depraved glee.

 

Alastor addressed the shadow while still caressing the swell of his ass, “Angel est à moi, mais il a dit qu'il était d'accord avec le partage. Vous lui donnerez du plaisir devant pendant que je vais par derrière. Ne le décevez pas.”

 

Angel shivered, his eyes closing momentarily in bliss. The rich timbre of Alastor’s voice scratched an itch in his brain that no one else seemed to reach but his buck. Well…. Him and Bou….

 

Who knew French was such a turn on?

 

“I could come just from ya voice…” Angel mumbled under his breath before looking again at the shadow to see his response.

 

The image of a phantom buck tail jolting straight to attention flummoxed the spider for just a moment before his view was encompassed by Bou moving to the small space beneath him.

 

He saw him crouch at his feet and felt the shadow’s cold fingertips brush against his sensitive skin. He muffled a moan when Alastor stood behind him and teased his pussy with the head of his cock, dipping it in slightly and prompting a whimper.

 

He was so focused on the warmth from behind that he choked on his next inhale when a rush of cold came from the front.

 

Pink claws held the counter within a vice grip, sharp indentions tearing across its pristine surface at the new startling sensation.

 

A weird tingling pressure had encased his straining length and he couldn’t think straight as his mind short circuited from the unusual but uniquely intense pleasure it gave.

 

He’d dabbled in temperature play before and while it had been a thing he’d gotten used to during shoots he’d never really given it much thought as something he was into. 

 

But now? 

 

Holy fuck. 

 

Bou’s mouth while having a slight chill to it was also teeming with what he could only describe as mild static tingles, the combination of which felt overwhelmingly good over his heated flesh. He couldn’t even begin to think of any toys to compare it to, which said a lot with how many he’d practically tested for his job.

 

His knees shook violently when a gentle suction began and he gripped harder to the counter, a whine breaking from his suddenly parched mouth.

 

“Does it feel good, mon ange?” Alastor asked as he rubbed his aching erection between Angel’s glistening folds. “Is his mouth to your liking?”

 

Angel heaved a trembling sigh, willing himself to keep upright under the dual sensations. It felt like nothing he’d experienced before, which was an astounding feat.

 

It felt like his cock was surrounded by cool static electricity. But instead of painful shocks it was only mindless tingling pleasure. 

 

It was a strange feeling but definitely not unwelcome seeing as he could barely hold his knees in place.

 

A ghostly touch of what he assumed was Bou’s tongue flattened itself against his aching erection and slowly started winding around it as the shadow took in more of him. 

 

“Ah god!… its- so good! Please mmpf! Don’t stop!” He cried out while shadowy head started to bob up and down along his length with reckless abandon. Blazing blue eyes stared up at him, completely enraptured and obsessed with watching his reactions and trying to wring more out of his shuddering frame.

 

Alastor smirked behind him, watching the captivating display. 

 

Who knew how entertaining it would be to see his personal shadow pleasure Angel like this… he’d expected the beast inside him to be a bit more territorial but as it happened he could feel every sensation Bouclier could and was utterly entranced with it.

 

Being able to dip the head of his cock through Angel’s velveteen folds while simultaneously feeling the taste and fragrance of his mate’s excitement on his tongue was invigorating. He couldn’t wait for what came next.

 

Not wanting to miss Angel’s fast approaching descent into completion he wrapped a hand around the base of himself tightly, staving off his own excitement for the moment.

 

He shared his gaze with Bou, his blue eyes now sharing its vision with his own, and felt a sense of wonder. How exquisite it was to witness his beloved break apart from his shadow’s eyes. There was no turning away as they looked up into Angel’s heavily panting red face, his hands scrambling for leverage before his release violently took hold.

 

“Fuck!” Angel shouted out right as the shadow released him from his mouth. 

 

Ribbons of pearlescent white cum landed on the dark translucent face, not that Angel noticed or cared at that moment.

 

When those delicate eyelashes finally fluttered open they widened in shock at seeing what a mess he’d made of his buck’s doppelgänger. 

 

He hadn’t meant to do it! 

 

It was a bit of a faux pas in his job to cum on someone’s face without at least asking, but he hadn’t established any sort of rules yet with the eager shadow. 

 

“Oh shit! I’m sorry Bou! I-” he started to apologize but the shadow stopped him with a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.

 

A shadowy finger collected some of the sticky spend from his face and, making sure their doe had his sole attention, wrapped his tongue around the cum laden digit, a rapturous look on his face.

 

The shadow hummed in sultry satisfaction as he smacked his lips and purred out, “tu as un goût délicieux, mon cœur.”

 

Angel’s face bloomed a vibrant red, Bou’s lips mere inches from his own as he’d crept closer with every breath.

 

A saucy smirk appeared on the shadows face as he took in Angel’s lovely expression, further surprising the man when he collected more spend on his fingers and waved them in his direction.

 

“Voulez-vous un avant-goût?” The shadow asked in a husky drawl before seductively licking up his cum like it was his favorite treat and, not waiting for a response, hastily claiming Angel’s lips in a frenzied kiss.

 

Santa merda… Angel thought as cool lips descended on his own. It was the most startling blend of hot and cold assaulting him as he tasted his own spend on the shadow’s tongue.The lips devoured him, possessive and hungry. He gasped as an insistent tongue stroked along the seam of his mouth, granting the frantic shadow unfettered access to finally claim him as he’d dreamed of since the first moment he’d laid eyes on him.

 

Bou’s tail vibrated with pleasure as he finally tasted his spider’s flavor, his nonexistent heart fluttering in sheer euphoria at feeling his doe respond with equal vigor.

 

He wanted to claim him and never let go. Always hold him and hug him. Always bring that brilliant smile to his face. 

 

Never let anything come between them. 

 

The things his master couldn’t begin to understand but wished for nonetheless. 

 

He would do his utmost to fulfill those desires despite his master’s own uneasiness on the subject.

 

Speaking of, he noticed his master had been quiet for far too long.

 

Alastor’s eyes were unfocused, his breath catching while he gazed at the decadent display before him.

 

Mon dieu…

 

Kissing Angel through Bou felt absolutely erotic. He could feel everything through their bond and then some, most especially Bou’s highly exaggerated emotions . Which were more than likely his but without his inhibitions in the way.

 

They were overwhelming.

 

He couldn’t comprehend why his heart felt so full it might burst or the light fluffy feeling every time Angel sighed against Bou’s mouth. 

 

He’d felt such things himself but they were more apparent, more… intense coming from his shadow.

 

Ruminating on it would have to wait though as his painfully hard cock chose that moment to twitch in his hand when he witnessed Angel lick a stripe of his own essence from the shadow’s face.

 

Angel shrieked playfully as he was suddenly lifted into strong arms and carried bridal style back to the bedroom by his obviously aroused and impatient Buck.

 

A surprised giggle burst out of him when he was thrown to the bed, his naked form bouncing upon the soft comforter.

 

“Ooooh ya gonna have ya way with me Smiles?” Angel asked, a devilish gleam in his sparkling eyes.

 

Alastor smirked, looking at his shadow inquisitively as if asking if he were opposed. The shadow beamed at him, answering his unspoken question.

 

“Actually, mon biche, we,” he started, motioning between himself and Bou, “wanted to know if you might indulge the both of us tonight?”

 

A furious blush lit up Angel’s features and his pulse raced at the thought. 

 

A threesome with both of them?!? Fuckin sign me up!

 

Clearing his throat of his initial fluster he sputtered out a timid, “yes, please,” unable to get anything more out in his overly excited state.

 

Alastor’s smile gentled seeing the piteous expression on his doe’s face.

 

He was obviously very interested if the sheen of excitement between his legs and the bead of precum building at the top of his proudly standing cock were any indication.

 

Wanting to make sure Angel was comfortable with what he had in mind he asked, “I would like to revisit what we were doing earlier, if that’s alright with you mon ange?”

 

Angel swallowed the rush of saliva that had pooled in his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he nodded and said, “I’d really like that Al. The lube should be on the table ova there, I think.”

 

Alastor promptly turned away from the bed and found the innocuous bottle of clear liquid sitting on the nightstand. When he turned back he was surprised to find Angel enveloped in a cloak of shadow, Bou’s black translucent arms cradling him reverently while teasing his white locks.

 

He threw his shadow a look of exasperation but conceded this might benefit the both of them, as Alastor could make sure Angel was properly prepared this time while Bou entertained him.

 

From the bottom of the bed his grin grew as he crawled toward his prey. He could see his Angel’s eyes widen when instead of going directly for his opening he took a detour to the bottom of his legs. His hands were gentle as he softly massaged the soles of his mate’s padded spider feet. 

 

A soft moan tumbled out of the spider's mouth, his head tilting back against the cold surface of shadowy flesh while his eyes fluttered closed in a cloud of euphoria.

 

The hands traveled up slowly, teasing sensitive spots on his legs and prompting trails of fire to shoot straight to his core while Angel grew restless. Just as he started to acclimate to the lovely caresses meandering up his leg, a startled moan escaped him when a tingling tongue started to explore his nape. Dual sensations assaulted his nerves, one from above, one down below and Angel truly understood how much trouble he was in. 

 

It wasn’t the fact that there were two of him. It was the fact that by now they both knew exactly how to play him like a fiddle. Stoke the flames within him until he was a roaring blaze that would put even the fires of hell to shame.

 

And the ghost-like fingertips dancing along his sides combined with the heated firm caresses roving up his thighs was putting his head in a tizzy. 

 

With a jerk the static ridden shadow placed its hands on the small of his back and lifted his hips up in an unspoken command from its master, putting his lower half on display. His face flushed with arousal when he saw the predatory gleam in his buck’s eyes, riveted as they were to his gleaming dual sex and winking bud.

 

“Al…please…” Angel couldn’t help whimpering as his mate uncorked the bottle of viscous liquid and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He rubbed them together, Angel’s gaze glued to the spectacle of his glistening fingers gliding against one another effortlessly.

 

The eyes followed as they dipped below his waist line and he gasped. The slightly warmed liquid was spread on his trembling entrance, anticipation building within him so taut it might snap any second.

 

Testing the rosy pucker Alastor took his time coating the area before finally dipping his finger past the tight ring of muscle, breaching his mate to a soft moan from above.

 

Angel released the air he’d been holding in when he felt a finger slide into him. Finally ! He thought with a heady sense of relief.

 

The relief was short lived though as the sneaky devil behind him who’d been lavishing his neck with soft kisses suddenly went stiff. A rush of jealousy swept over its facial features, not that Angel could see from his vantage point, and the narrowed blue eyes zeroed in on its presumed competition. Tearing its eyes away it decided to gain his attention again with a sensual nibbling under his jaw, making Angel gasp.

 

He didn’t think the shadow could have something so tangible like teeth but the sharp incisors that ghosted dangerously over his pulse point were pretty hard to ignore. The spectral canines dug in a bit more after his hips unconsciously wiggled back into the shadow’s embrace. Their hold was not nearly enough to leave marks but just enough to dance tantalizingly along the line of pain and pleasure.

 

Angel’s hands had a life of their own as they flew back to grab onto Bou’s wispy locks, pressing him deeper into his neck as though his life depended on it.

 

“Fuck yes, that feels good baby,” Angel breathed out while his eyes fluttered closed in sheer bliss, completely missing the blue glittering embers transform into hearts.

 

A tingling tongue soothed over the area, while Angel focused again on Alastor’s hands, specifically the finger that was leisurely pistoning within him, spreading the slippery liquid against his walls for a smooth glide.

 

The addition of another finger had his hand clench in Bou’s barely tangible hair, “mmph Alastor, ya doin so well, but please hurry… I want ya so bad.”

 

Alastor smirked from down below, his eyes which had been riveted to his task straying to the fetchingly flushed face and hooded sparkling eyes of his mate from above. He could see Bouclier was having quite a time. Already the skin of Angel’s neck was blossoming with distinct red marks that could only mean his shadow had staked a claim of his own. Far from being jealous though Alastor relished the challenge and quirked an eyebrow up at his precocious shadow, smirking devilishly as he stretched his fingers in the tight channel and sought out the place that would have Angel writhe for him alone. 

 

A buck of his Doe’s hips and a sharp cry signaled his discovery of that strange but glorious button inside that brought him such exquisite pleasure. A firm rub from his fingers made Angel loose a delectable whimper while his other set of hands sought out his own red locks. 

 

“Ah! Fuck! Yes Al! Right there…mmnh…”

 

Not wanting to waste another moment Alastor slicked up a third finger and had it join its brethren. Angel hissed at the full feeling, the pressure more than he’d had in a bit but surprised to find no pain accompanying. 

 

He sighed gratefully as they widened, stretching his walls and distracting him with the familiar feeling of pressure he’d grown accustomed to over the years.

 

His fingers brushed through the soft red strands, petting his buck’s hair while he got lost in the sensation, that is until a shadowy tendril tilted his head to the side and ghostly lips plundered his mouth possessively.

 

Alastor huffed a laugh, the sting of jealousy from his counterpart streaking through their bond as fierce as an iron set ablaze. It was made quite obvious to him that Bouclier didn’t like having their mate’s attention stolen from him.

 

Having said that though, It was quite amusing to see his shadow take offense to him losing their Doe’s focus. His grin was mocking but a bit of reluctant pity wormed its way into his thoughts. He did suppose the poor fellow had been kept at bay for far longer than he himself would be agreeable with. After all, there was so much lost time to make up for.

 

Angel mewled into the passionate kiss, breaking it with a moan of disappointment when Alastor, feeling satisfied with his preparation, fleetingly brushed his fingers over that spot in him again before pulling his fingers out completely. 

 

There was no doubt in his mind of what Angel wanted but Alastor paused as he saw his mate worry his lip, a flash of uncertainty in his dazzling pink eyes.

 

“Angel? What is your color, mon biche?”

 

Angel smiled gratefully hearing the question. He loved how attentive Alastor was being despite his obvious burgeoning arousal and urges for them to mate.

 

“I’m good Smiles, I’m green. I just…” Angel looked at their position, his legs held up by the strong arms of Bou while his hole gleamed in the perfect position to be taken.

 

It wasn’t like he didn’t like this position but he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea since he hadn’t had anal in more than a week. The angle would definitely help Alastor drive deep but he couldn’t help feeling some unease with the position. He wasn’t nearly as used to being taken from the front than from the back when he did anal. He was just a little nervous that it might be too complicated for their first time.

 

“I-it might be betta if we change position- like we were earlier.”

 

“I’d rather not,” Alastor said softly. Angel paused, not having expected a pushback but now curious why Alastor would decline such a thing.

 

At seeing the confusion on his spider’s face he grinned sheepishly, “Apologies, I would just prefer it this way so I might see you,” Alastor said, his eyes earnest and genuine, and with some unknown emotion shining in them. 

 

His voice lowered to a purr, eyes hooded as he gazed at the object of his affections, “I want to be able to watch your face as I take you…. Witness the lovely expressions you make while you fall apart under me. Wouldn’t you like that, mon ange?”

 

Well shit… he couldn’t argue with that, Angel thought as a light dusting of pink blossomed over his features. 

 

Despite his momentary reluctance he found himself warming up to the idea by visualizing the look on Alastor’s face while he took him in this new way for the first time. 

 

Would he be overwhelmed like their first time? 

 

Would that cute little tail wag as pure bliss washed over him? 

 

Angel was more than eager to see.

 

In a way this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t know how his ass would compare to his pussy, seeing as Alastor would be the first, and hopefully only one, to be able to compare the two. He just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint.

So, with a shy nod he agreed to Alastor’s reasoning and motioned for him to proceed.

 

Alastor got into position, perched back on his knees as he lined his pelvis up with Angel’s lower half. He loved watching his doe’s breathing quicken with the movement. He could practically taste the lustful aroma in the air, as heavily as it was emanating from his spider. There was a sense of excitement, all parties waiting with baited breath as he readied himself.

 

After torturing himself with a copious coating of lube to his painfully hard cock, he slowly eased forward and nudged his sensitive tip against the tight ring of muscle. He teased it over the hole a few times, enjoying the slippery glide of it before finally pressing in, unable to suppress his desire any longer.

 

The head of his cock breached the twitching hole, a shaky gasp escaping his treacherous lips as he was easily sucked in.

 

Alastor’s face scrunched up fiercely at the overwhelming pressure enveloping his shaft.

Mon dieu … he thought as he sunk slowly into Angel’s slick hole. The constriction around his aching arousal was so intense his breath came in short bursts, making his head buzz in a thick haze of pleasure. Finally when he bottomed out he released the air he’d unintentionally been holding, mopping the sweat from his brow while he tried valiantly to stave off his release before they’d even started.

 

Meanwhile Angel’s jaw clenched as he felt the tip push against his twitching rim. Bracing himself against the tingling chill of the shadow he waited for the burn, the familiar pain of initial entry. 

 

As though feeling their mate’s unease, Bouclier nuzzled into Angel’s soft curly locks, providing him with the intimate affection he so desperately craved.

 

So busy enjoying the tingling nose brush through his curls, he almost forgot Alastor’s cock inching its way into him. He paused for a moment at the lack of sensation before alarmed eyes widened in shock.

 

Angel was confused, he almost wanted to ask if he’d even been entered. But then he felt it. Not pain but a firm pressure that made his toe beans curl just so. The low throbbing pleasure of Alastor’s cock tucked snugly in his ass was more than enough to chase off such an absurd question. 

 

Being a closeted gay man when he was alive he’d had to figure things out on his own. It wasn’t until he’d come to hell that he had learned the proper way to prepare oneself for gay sex. But now, here it was that something he’d felt he knew everything about was thrown out the window. Never had his prepping been so fastidious, so careful and diligent. He could recall porn shoots from the past when they’d given him a bottle of lube and told him he had 5 minutes to make it ‘comfortable’ before the filming started, and that was them on a good day. But though he’d gotten used to the serious lack of prep, it just wasn’t the same as someone taking the time and effort to do it for you. 

 

Meticulous.

 

That’s basically what Alastor brought to the table. A meticulous work ethic to be thorough in his preparation and care for his well being.

 

It was insane to think that this was the first time he hadn’t felt pain with something he was more than used to. Angel didn’t mind a bit of pain, in fact it was an expectation that usually, but less often at work, led to more pleasurable sensations, but not having it now was a startling revelation. He hadn’t realized he could have anal sex without it. Even doing it himself hadn’t been as good as this. 

 

Angel shivered, one of his hands reaching back to pet the cold tingly mop of black translucent hair in comfort while the other clutched at his breast, moaning softly as Alastor slowly ground against him.

 

Alastor could feel the droplets of sweat beading at his fringe, so focused was he on trying not to succumb to the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was currently feeling. 

 

“Oh Angel…you feel exquisite, mon biche,” he breathed out, his voice shaky in his attempt to keep hold of himself.

 

He now realized why most men always complained in a jesting manner about how their wives wouldn’t let them share this level of intimacy with them. Alastor had always found those comments to be repugnant and foul, however despite his misgivings about those reprobates character, even he could admit he was seeing the act in a new light.

 

It felt unbelievable. More than that, literally breathtaking.

 

He thought even the small gyration of his hips to gently grind into Angel’s bottom would be enough to do him in. But he couldn’t end it like that, not when they’d only just begun.

 

So he stilled and took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and focusing on Angel instead.

 

Angel had expected Alastor to keel over as soon as he entered, the look on his face one he’d seen countless times from new clients. And while his reactions to those had been anywhere from annoyed to slightly amused, with Alastor he felt his heart stutter and stomach flip about wildly. His eyes were riveted to every adorable flutter of his buck's eyelashes as they shuttered before closing tightly in concentration. The droplets of sweat that trailed down the side of his passion stricken face. The silent scream on his lips as they hung open, his lungs begging for air.

 

He was gorgeous.

 

And all his.

 

When the gentle rocking thrusts started, Angel sighed in contentment, admiring the feeling of being so full while also being treated so carefully.

 

Alastor licked his lips and distracted himself by watching his doe. The flush of his skin, the charming little gasps as he became more bold, his thrusts becoming more confident and driving deeper into the tight heat of his mate. Those dazzling pink jewels that made his heart race anytime they passed over him. They stared at him and he couldn’t help the shiver as he felt the weight of their gaze.

 

“So tight, and all mine,” he couldn’t help breathing as his cock was squeezed by the depths of Angel's smooth velvety walls. If Angel clenched a bit harder around him at the sentiment he didn't comment on it.

 

He set about with a slow rhythm at first, not wishing to see a repeat of that nervous panic that had struck his mate from before. It seemed his worry was misplaced however as the only looks Angel was giving him were of a fervent need.

 

With this new territory he set about trying to find the best way to give Angel pleasure. Thankfully within no time at all he managed to find an angle that had his Doe loose a shrill whine. He’d finally found it. The sweet spot that would make such beautiful melodies of desperation fall from his doe’s lips.

 

Overjoyed at his discovery, Alastor firmly took his mate’s hips in hand and brought him even closer, scant inches now between them. Allowing him to pick up his pace and endeavor to hit that lovely spot with every slick plunge.

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

 

A mantra began in Angel’s head, so overcome with the wonderfully consistent prods to his prostate. 

 

He’d missed this.

 

Not that he hated having sex with his newfound anatomy but there was just something so nice about finally being able to have Alastor share this familiar pleasure with him. It was important to him that he could be with Alastor like this. To be held by him like this. To take away the bad memories of the past and make new ones that he could remember forever. 

 

It felt like coming home.

 

“Ahn! Fuck… Al- oh shit, that feels so good, takin such good care a me…. Mph! Ah god, un bravo ragazzo…”

 

A rich sense of satisfaction eased through Alastor, happy to see he could please his doe without much experience. 

 

He looked at Angel’s face, watching his body tremble in obvious pleasure and bite at his lip with every roll of his hips. He was so focused he almost missed the mischievous glance his shadow made at him.

 

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and asked point blank mid thrust, “Qu'est-ce que tu complotes?”

 

The shadow only smiled in response. 

 

A delicate white hand rushed to his mate’s mouth as he suppressed a surprised but wanton cry. 

 

Alastor was momentarily confused until he looked back at his shadow, whose eyes were motioning down to the space where he and his doe were joined.

 

Looking down Alastor’s eyes went hazy as he gazed at his shadow, that sneaky little thing. It was stroking its fingers through the folds of Angel’s slick sodden cunt, the obscene sounds emanating from it making his ears fold back and his tail shiver in delight. Bou teased the slick folds and spread his gleaming lips apart gently so they both might see the dazzling sheen from their Angel’s apparent and copious desire.

 

“Oui, mon coeur. Montre à mon maître à quel point tu aimes ça.”

 

Angel whimpered softly, lolling his head back against the cool shoulder while his hand once again covered his mouth, absolutely overcome by the fiercely possessive gaze looming from above. 

 

His face felt hot, an embarrassed flush rising up his neck as his pitifully wet pussy was laid bare. No matter how naked he’d already been in front of his buck, there was just something different about being put on display like this. Exposed to his intense predatory stare, as though he had to take responsibility for his shame. 

 

Not that he didn’t like it. If anything he felt a strong thrum of desire, knowing just how helpless he probably looked, his body trembling under those burning coals that offered such wicked scrutiny. It felt better than getting high.

 

A hiss squeaked past his lips when a cold finger dipped into his neglected wet cavern, a muffled cry startled out of him when yet another brushed against his sensitive bundle of nerves. 

 

These two were gonna kill him, he thought while his mouth opened wide, panting raggedly at the jolts of pleasure wracking his body from both men’s deliberate ministrations.

 

“Now now darling,” Alastor purred, quickly removing the offensive hand that had stolen his mate’s passionate cries and bestowing a kiss upon its tender flesh, “let’s not cover up those lovely sounds now, let me hear you, mon ange.”

 

Angel nodded his head briskly, a loud moan breaking out of him as Bouclier suddenly thrust two fingers into his warm slippery channel while Alastor simultaneously bottomed out.

 

“Ahn! Yes!” Angel let out in a pitiful whine, “Kiss me! Please Al!”

 

A pair of hands clutched desperately to his shoulders kneading and struggling to bring him closer while he writhed beneath.

 

With a growl Alastor thrust savagely into his mate, lunging forward to take possession of those irresistible passion bitten lips.

 

His tongue ravaged Angel’s open mouth, coaxing his spider into submission while savoring the decadent taste of his doe.

 

The sounds Angel made every time they parted were the sweetest of songs, only surpassed by the squelching sounds below of his shadow noisily having his own fun with Angel’s slippery soaked passage. It was hard to tell just what Angel was reacting to at any given time, due to the fact that his moans and whimpers were quickly giving way to breathless pleas and unintelligible cries.

 

He could feel the knot in his gullet growing tighter and tighter, his pace uneven with such distracting kisses. Angel’s moans vibrated against his mouth with every punishing pummel of his hips. The exhilaration he felt from it was something he wished he could experience for eternity.

 

His hips shook with effort, aiming to strike that special place inside of Angel as many times as possible, which seemed to work based on Angel’s ever increasing whimpers for more.

 

Finally right as he felt the tight coil in him start to break, Angel’s back bowed, his head whipping back with a wanton scream that fell from his kiss swollen lips.

 

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Alastor!” He cried out, baring his neck to him. To both of them.

 

Two sets of teeth sunk into the heavily marked neck, Alastor into the same spot he’d come to gravitate towards anytime they mated while Bou claimed the opposite side.

 

Alastor tasted the sweet nectar of his mate’s blood and lost himself in its intoxicating flavor. He groaned against his mate’s neck, his pleasure cresting as he felt Angel come undone with the bite. A torrent of fire rushed through him, the clenching passage pulsating so tight he released his hold to gasp for air. With a shuddering growl he erratically pumped his hips into his doe’s backside, his thrusts shallow,  a seemingly endless supply of seed pulsing deep into the spasming cavern.

 

Meanwhile, stars blinded Angel’s vision as he felt the white piercing heat of pain and pleasure blossom at the base of his neck. His back arched and he keened as strings of pearlescent cum burst from his untouched length, painting the smooth white canvas of his stomach. Translucent fingers fucked into him through his orgasm, the squelching sound of his cum gushing around said fingers both exciting and deliciously shaming him. But that was the last thing on his mind. No, instead he was focused on the tingling pressure spreading throughout his lower half. The feel of his buck’s hot spurts of cum, the scorching heat of it flooding him making him shiver with delight. The sensation of it trickling out around Alastor’s cock and down his thigh was like a brand, marking him, staining him, and making him ache for a repeat performance.

 

He clung to his Buck’s back, claws sure to leave bloody marks as he was pressed deeper into a wetness at his back. 

 

Well… that solved the riddle of whether a shadow could cum, he thought with a small laugh.

 

A tired moan slipped from him when Alastor withdrew. First his mouth, which still showed a bit of blood in the dim light, then his cock. The empty feeling of which had Angel whimper at the loss.

 

Before he could withdraw completely Angel coaxed him forward, cupping his face tenderly as he brought him down for a kiss.

 

Alastor’s moan was raspy and his cock twitched, feeling Angel’s tongue lap up the small bit of blood remaining along his lips. When it then swept along the seam of them he graciously allowed it entry. They allowed themselves a brief respite to bask in this small intimacy until they had to take a breath of much needed air, both coming back down from their shared pleasure. It was silent and comfortable, neither needing to say anything, more than happy just being close to one another.

 

It was therefore a bit jarring when a rough voice said, “Pouvons-nous nous dépêcher? J'aimerais tenir ma biche s'il vous plaît.”

 

Alastor’s eyes narrowed at his brazen and impetuous shadow.

 

“Vous n'avez aucun tact. laissez l'homme récupérer un peu et ensuite nous mangerons et dormirons.”

 

The shadow’s brow furrowed but he reluctantly gave in, knowing their doe was probably exhausted from all their strenuous activities.

 

Angel smiled tiredly, “What? He want a kiss too?” He asked, only mildly teasing.

 

Alastor shooting his head with a huffed laugh, “oh no, that’s not what-“

 

But before he could explain the shadow eagerly turned his doe’s head towards him and ravished his lips possessively. 

Bouclier was eager to please and would gladly take any offer no matter how minuscule to claim his doe.

 

Angel's head swam, wanting for oxygen but possessed under an onslaught of cold tongue and demanding lips.

 

A clearing of the throat brought the kiss to a slow, the lips lingering sweetly upon his own before painstakingly moving away.

 

“That will be ALL Bouffon…” Alastor said, exasperation and annoyance clear in his voice.

 

The shadow nuzzled its nose against his face in an adorable show of affection and gave Angel a cheeky wink before carefully picking him up and adjusting him back on the bed so he could get up.

 

“Please fix us two plates of the dish Angel was making for us before we so rudely interrupted.”

 

It was funny to see Alastor trying to pin their little escapade on the both of them when Angel knew wholeheartedly that Al started it. But he just giggled and watched the shadow leave to do his masters bidding.

 

“Aw shit,” Angel said as he remembered something about his dish, “can ya tell him ta sprinkle some Parmesan on top before he brings it ta us? Kinda wasn’t able to add my finishing touches since someone was busy manhandlin me at the time…”

 

He smirked when a small blush lit up Alastor’s cheeks but the buck nodded anyway and sent a small message through their link so he wouldn’t have to part with Angel.

 

As he was pulling away to be able to settle himself next to Angel on the bed he managed to see a bit of white spilling from the red rimmed entrance below.

 

An unspeakable urge to clean up the seed that dribbled lewdly onto the sheets filled him, but he refrained…for now. It was with a start that he realized he hadn’t knotted Angel this time. He hadn’t really felt the urge this time as he had in the past which was a bit unnerving, however he chalked that up to his instincts knowing that Angel wouldn’t be able to get pregnant from that area regardless. In any case it didn’t matter, he was just happy to see how thoroughly he’d claimed his doe,  even despite his shadow’s childish competitive attentions.

 

He swore sometimes that little miscreant had it out for him, however he had to attest it had done a fair job of keeping Angel relaxed and cared for while he’d done the hard part.

 

Perhaps he’d reward him with another session with even more attention, that is… if Angel was amenable to it later on.

 

Soon enough the food came in, thankfully still hot thanks to his shadow’s forethought. 

 

He sheepishly ducked his head as Bou handed them the bowls, still a bit embarrassed by his impatience.

 

“Ah…. I wanted to offer my most sincere apologies about earlier… for interrupting your cooking. It was quite barbaric of me.”

 

Angel looked at him sympathetically for a moment before waving it off, “eh, it’s still hot and it looks like it got finished alright. No harm, no foul, babe.”

 

Alastor offered him a small smile before turning back to his meal.

 

“So what is this dish again?” Alastor asked as he stared at the little meatballs soaked in gleaming red sauce.

 

Angel smiled wide as he eagerly grabbed a forkful and took a bite.

 

“Mmmm just like my ma made it! It’s called Polpette, basically meatballs without the spaghetti.”

 

“I figured a guy like you who likes a bunch a meat in his diet would love somethin’ like this!”

 

He winked and watched while Alastor shrugged and took a mouthful of the meal as well.

 

He beamed as he watched Alastor’s eyes widen at the rich taste of the sauce combined with the heartiness of the meat.

 

“Once again you have outdone yourself, ma belle araignée. This is delicious!” He said while taking another bite, keen to savor that decadent flavor again.

 

Angel could only blush, his eyes straying to the seemingly starving Buck beside him while they ate their meal in a comfortable silence. 

 

Once they finished, Alastor summoned Bou to fetch him a warm wet hand towel and a nice dry fluffy one. He would have taken Angel to get properly cleaned in the shower or bath but he could see his doe’s eyes fighting a losing battle with gravity.

 

He set about wiping away any errant blood or evidence of his, and to his surprise also Bouclier’s, mating session with as much clinical indifference as possible. Lord knows he didn’t want to restart any of those prickling itches after he’d just gotten rid of them. Not to mention the fact that having a conscious and willing mate was very important to his morals. 

 

After he finished, he rearranged his doe on the bed, the man’s head already lolling in a drowsy stupor, and snuggled him up against his chest. 

 

Angel buried his head into the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of gardenias and sweet pastries filling the spider’s senses as he let out a sleepy sigh of content. 

 

“Go to sleep, mon ange. If you want or need anything just let me know,” he whispered against the curls tickling his nose.

 

Angel whimpered and reached a hand out to the cold empty sheet behind him, “Bou?”

 

The shadow was snuggled at his back in half a second flat.

 

Alastor blinked, stunned for a second before smirking at the situation. 

 

Perhaps he’d underestimated his doe’s penchant for greed. Now he was sandwiched between both of his lovers, his smile in sleep entirely too pleased with the situation.

 

But he was ok with that.

 

Sharing Angel with his personal shadow was something he didn’t know he’d needed in his life. It felt as though a piece of him had suddenly fallen into place and now he felt complete.

 

He felt comfortable, longing for his mate’s companionship even now while he held the man in his arms. Was that possible?

 

He’d never felt that way with anyone in his life, not even his close friends who’d done much to get him out of his shell. 

 

These increasing feelings were baffling. Everyday he thought they might lessen or drop entirely as his rut waned, but instead they grew.

 

He looked to his shadow who was following this train of thought through their bond and furrowed his brows at the knowing look it gave him in return.

 

He frowned at the aptly named Bouffon, unwittingly baffled by his ever present smirk and glowing blue eyes that gleamed with haughty arrogance. He thought he knew everything but Alastor knew he couldn’t trust his ever present volatile emotions, not yet, he’d been wrong before.

 

Letting loose an exasperated sigh, his eyes once more gravitated to the serenely sleeping face of his doe. They softened and a gentle smile once more blossomed upon his face, clearing any negativity from his features. 

 

He didn’t know what may lay in the future but he was perfectly content with how things were going now, despite any misgivings on whether these feelings were the real thing. His head bent down as he kissed the delightfully tousled curls of his mate before joining him in slumber.

Notes:

I didn't have my friend Ricy look over the french this time so please bear with me and Google Translate XD, I might go back in later and have her help me fix the french if it's crazy bad but otherwise yah, here's the translations.
Translations:

Finissez de cuisiner puis vous pourrez venir nous rejoindre - Finish cooking then you can come join us

Si vous avez terminé, vous pouvez le servir de face. Soyez prudent avec lui - If you're done, you may service him from the front. Be careful with him

Angel est à moi, mais il a dit qu'il était d'accord avec le partage. Vous lui donnerez du plaisir devant pendant que je vais par derrière. Ne le décevez pas. - Angel is mine, but he said he was okay with sharing. You will give him pleasure in the front while I go from behind. Don't disappoint him.

tu as un goût délicieux, mon cœur - you taste delicious, my heart

Voulez-vous un avant-goût - Do you want a taste?

un bravo ragazzo - such a good boy

Qu'est-ce que tu complotes? - What are you plotting?

Oui, mon coeur. Montre à mon maître à quel point tu aimes ça. - Yes, my heart. Show my master how much you like it.

Pouvons-nous nous dépêcher ? J'aimerais tenir ma biche s'il vous plaît. - Can we hurry up? I would like to hold my doe please.

Vous n'avez aucun tact. laissez l'homme récupérer un peu et ensuite nous mangerons et dormirons. - You have no tact. let the man recover a little and then we will eat and sleep.

ma belle araignée - my beautiful spider

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For the next chapter:
We'll be having a bit more fun with Bou ;) plus more sexy times and some explorations on consent and how it can affect relationships.
Trying to be vague while not being vague XD *Shrug*

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Primal Instincts Soulmate AU